There once was an Indian maid and she was sore afraid,
That some buckaroo would stuff it up her flue,
As she laid sleeping in the shade.
So she had an idea grand, and she stuffed it up with sand,
So no buckaroo could stuff it up her flue,
And play in Redwings promised land.
CHORUS:
Oh the sun shines bright on little Redwing,
As she laid sleeping, a buck came creeping,
And with his one good eye he was a peeping,
He hoped to sneek in, her promised land.
Now this buckaroo was wise, he shoved it between her thighs,
With an old woolly sock on the end of his cock,
He made poor Redwing open up her eyes.
When Redwing came to life, she took out a rusty knife,
And quick as a flash had the bollocks off his ass,
And turned him to a eunuch for his life.
CHORUS:
Oh the sun shines bright on little Redwing,
As she lies snoring, there hangs a warning,
A pair of cowboys bollocks are adorning,
The wigwam awning of her promised land.
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