Red Velvet
by Ian Tyson
Four months ago in April, on a day-coach she came down
And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
I should’a known I couldn’t hold her livin’ out so far from town
And the nights to come are long and slow to go
Well now she’s up and left me and went walkin’ down the line
And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
All dressed up in red velvet & her high-heeled shoes so fine
And the nights to come are long and slow to go
Well if I’d only known, before we kissed, that
You can’t keep red velvet on a poor dirt farm like this
So now she’s gone and left me & went walkin’ down the line
And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
Well I’ll sit & count the evening stars, as they walk around
When the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
Then I’ll call my dog & take the truck & drive on into town
‘Cause the nights to come are long & slow to go
Well I’ll sit & count the evening stars, as they walk around
And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
Then I’ll call my dog & take the truck & drive on into town
‘Cause the nights to come are long & slow to go
And those dusty autumn winds, be - gin to blow