I walked out last night along Red River
I walked and I wandered for woe to turn to light
This town she's lonesome and her people are mean and [bad word] Her windows reflect their grins on seeing me walk away from you
Walk away from, walk away from you...

So my steps were slow and my swagger deliberate
And if ever my heart grieved now my body must not confess it
No she will not fail me for she expresses the very line -
I'm steady on eyes dead set on - my hips move left to right

Nelson, I love you. I do, I do.
Oh, Nelson, remember: To myself I will be [bad word] ..
And so I walked on...

Past alleyways where [bad word] sweat and where whores oily palms grip [bad word] lay swollen and the [bad word] to spit
They see [bad word] a walking with my figure
so strong and light
I'm walking through everyone out on Red River tonight

Last night it was so cold in that low lit
Red River bar
Where by the jukebox I heard my name and laughter's heavy fall
Some never look you in the eye
Some only duck and dive [bad word] to him with scarlet lips praying out loud that I should die
Oh my Nelson, I love you and I will love you till the end
But Nelson, we differ by what we call a friend

It looks like rane, ah-yen
Blew burn fi-do-nie, ah-yen
Colored lights that bleed, ah-yen
Colored lights that bleed, ah-yen

I walked out last night along Red River
I walked and I wanted for woe to turn to light