| On the day that I was born
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| Cross the plain come a red dust storm
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| First the wind, then the rain
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| Streaks of blood down the windowpane
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| Hole in the roof, leak on the bed
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| Bad baptism on the baby’s head
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| Mama cried the curse is come
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| The mark of the reddleman’s on my son
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| Reddleman coming
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| He’s coming for me
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| Reddleman coming
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| Learn to crawl, learn to eat
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| Walk and talk that double-speak
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| Hide my heart and show my hand
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| Listen in the dark for the reddleman
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| He come selling that dirt that stain your soul
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| Saying this don’t hurt anyone at all
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| Just sink your eyes into little girl lost
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| But don’t waste your time, it don’t wash off
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| Late in life I fell in love uptown
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| With a one-armed woman who’d been around
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| I said how my love did you lose your hand
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| She said a pound of flesh for the reddleman
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| A daughter born, a father sees
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| There’s a red in the thread of the web he weaves
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| Clean his clothes in the holy font
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| But the rank of the reddle come back to haunt
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| Red hawk sits on a telephone pole
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| Watch to see which way I go |
| When I fall and when I stand
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| And tells it all to the reddleman |