| Left Los Angeles a short while ago
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| Flew 'cross the country back to Buffalo
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| Walked around through the sleet and the snow
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| With a red bandana on my head
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| Saw my momma on 12th and Grand
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| Standing in the alley with the junkyard man
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| They were both so loaded they could hardly stand
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| Talkin' 'bout going to Mexico
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| I said «Momma I was born
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| Out there I was born again
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| Been clear to California and back
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| Was out there so long many times I thought I was dead»
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| She said, «Sonny what’s that you got wrapped around your head?»
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| It’s a red bandana
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| It’s a red bandana
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| It’s a red bandana
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| It’s from Hollywood USA
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| Looked for the woman I used to love
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| Seen her in a bar off the Harlem road
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| Talking in a booth with Charley Hobbs
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| And this ugly little dude whom I didn’t know
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| She said «Honey you’re back I’m so glad
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| When you was gone I was so sad
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| You come in here lookin' so bad
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| With that red bandana on your head
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| With that red bandana on your head»
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| Yes! |
| It’s a red bandana
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| It’s a red bandana
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| It’s a red bandana
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| And it’s red just like your blood is |