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(B. Walkenhorst)On the day that I was bornCross the plain come a red dust stormFirst the wind, then the rainStreaks of blood down the windowpaneHole in the roof, leak on the bedBad baptism on the baby's headMama cried the curse is comeThe mark of the reddleman's on my sonReddleman comingHe's coming for meReddleman comingLearn to crawl, learn to eatWalk and talk that double-speakHide my heart and show my handListen in the dark for the reddlemanHe come selling that dirt that stain your soulSaying this don't hurt anyone at allJust sink your eyes into little girl lostBut don't waste your time, it don't wash offCHORUSLate in life I fell in love uptownWith a one-armed woman who'd been aroundI said how my love did you lose your handShe said a pound of flesh for the reddlemanA daughter born, a father seesThere's a red in the thread of the web he weavesClean his clothes in the holy fontBut the rank of the reddle come back to hauntCHORUSRed hawk sits on a telephone poleWatch to see which way I goWhen I fall and when I standAnd tells it all to the reddleman
(B. Walkenhorst)On the day that I was bornCross the plain come a red dust stormFirst the wind, then the rainStreaks of blood down the windowpaneHole in the roof, leak on the bedBad baptism on the baby's headMama cried the curse is comeThe mark of the reddleman's on my sonReddleman comingHe's coming for meReddleman comingLearn to crawl, learn to eatWalk and talk that double-speakHide my heart and show my handListen in the dark for the reddlemanHe come selling that dirt that stain your soulSaying this don't hurt anyone at allJust sink your eyes into little girl lostBut don't waste your time, it don't wash offCHORUSLate in life I fell in love uptownWith a one-armed woman who'd been aroundI said how my love did you lose your handShe said a pound of flesh for the reddlemanA daughter born, a father seesThere's a red in the thread of the web he weavesClean his clothes in the holy fontBut the rank of the reddle come back to hauntCHORUSRed hawk sits on a telephone poleWatch to see which way I goWhen I fall and when I standAnd tells it all to the reddleman
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