(Dwight Yoakam)



She wore red dresses with her black shining hair

She had my baby and caused me to care

Then coldly she left me to suffer and cry

She wore red dresses and told such sweet lies



I never knew him but he took her away

On my knees like a madman for vengeance I prayed

While the pain and the anger destroyed my weak mind

She wore red dresses and left the wounded behind



I searched till I found them, then I cursed at the sight

Of their sleeping shadows in the cold neon light

In the dark morning silence I placed the gun to her head

She wore red dresses, but now she lay dead