Guy Clark I played the Red River Valley He'd sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' "I wonder, Lord, has every
way her wig, and her high heels too, she was doin a dance without any shoes She's barefootin', she barefootin', barefootin', barefootin' Hey little gal with the red
Six rounds we bought, and I bought five Spent the groceries and half the rent I lack fourteen dollars havin' twenty seven cents Chorus They say roses are red
sounds familiar Don't be concerned if it all seems the same Just be concerned that your policies will kill you It's all just public domain I sang in the Red
thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad
off places that ive never seen. Ive seen so many places and im tellin you, bring a jacket cause jupiter is cold. Bring your tanktops too cause its always summer on that red
near Damn near a hundred gram in jewels in my stand smith Snitches stand clear can't no snichtes stand here This reserve for them trill I'm red carpet
[cool v] Yo biz, let's send this out to the propmaster kool dj red alert Bring the beat in, todd Yeah, this is how we're doing it for the '93, we're on
If the world is nearly civilized Then I'm the red-haired faerie child Of whom the prophets prophesies Would bleed songs until the lyrics died But I've
one that we loved, ran away To the arms of the young blood There in your house, there with your wife Her affair with Jeff and the kitchen knife A
Darkness (David Crosby, Jeff Pevar and James Raymond) [Intro. (Acoustic Guitar and Piano)] Some of us wind up in shadow Some of us wind up in shade
K Alfie, Bubbles Bo Ralph fun chase, Smooth and Derenzo The old school with Money Mark and Red Mack Kool Breeze, Dry Kool, and Kangol Jack David Earl, Jeff
the club, and a motherfucker step on my shoe And I got to flashin' It's all bad, motherfucker used to be comrade Used to fuck the same hoes, wear Jeff
have only come to see you shine feminine smiles the right side is wise, more than i i wanna be your lover. lipstick my name across your mirror blood red
fringe of audience Ehension. Howard kaylan: Jeff, jeff it's me the phlorescent leech! Mark volman: Jeff, jeff it's me, eddie! Mark volman & howard
squeeze me, baby, Red balloons just pop behind my eyes. Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl, Red balloons just pop behind my eyes. Open up your pocketbook
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals) Mark Volman (vocals) Howard Kaylan (vocals) Jeff Simmons (bass) George Duke (keyboards) Ian Underwood (keyboards, alto saxophone
) Ike willis (lead vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards) Tommy mars (keyboards) Arthur barrow (bass, vocals) Ed mann (percussion) Vinnie colaiuta (drums) Jeff