Bobby Bare - Pretty painted ladies

By a ^Ablackened wood stove in a ^Drundown old ^Abunkhouse Sat an ^Aold buckaroo with his hat in his ^Ehand He ^Dlowered his voice as he ^Atold us about 'em The ^Awild western women that ^Ewore no man’s ^Abrand

^AHe remembered how they'd ^Ddrive you plum ^Acrazy ^ADancin' for nickels 'neath the barrooms oil ^Elights We'd ^Dcome off the trail they'd ^Abe waitin' for us ^APretty painted ladies in ^Edresses so ^Abright

^DWhere are all the ^Apretty painted ladies ^EWhere's all my dance hall ^Agals ^DWhere are you Lil are you ^Astill young and ^F#mpretty And a ^Awaitin' for me at the ^Eend of my ^Atrail

^ASlowly they'd swirl with the ^Dranchers and ^Awranglers While the ^Apiano played on into the ^Enight Just a ^Dkickin' their skirts past the ^Alonely rawhiders ^APretty painted ladies I ^Emiss you to^Anight

I told the old ^Dtimer they^A moved off a long time ago There ain't no more pretty Lil old man^E no Buffalo Sal ^D He said son^A some nights I can see 'em Just a singin' and a dancin' at the ^Eend of my trail ^A

Oh ^Dwhere are all the ^Apretty painted ladies ^EWhere's all my dance hall ^Agals ^DWhere are you Lil are you ^Astill young and ^F#mpretty Just a ^Awaitin' for me at the ^Eend of my ^Atrail