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Well, you don't put beans in chilli ^G You never ^Cwater good whiskey ^Gdown And you never play ^G/F#poker with a ^E7man named 'Doc' On the ^A7Spanish side of town^D

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But if you ^Gwanna go sleeping with the doctor's daughter You gotta ^Cpay the old man his ^A7bread It's a ^Gshort, short ride from ^E7Hell to heaven ^CRidin' on a ^Dbowl of ^Gred

[Verse] Well, I'm a-talkin' 'bout sweet Lorene, the chilli queen

Down at ^Cnumber nine Pecos ^GStreet She got bull meat ^G/F#hangin' up a^E7bove her head ^A7Chilli peppers down at her ^Dfeet

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She got an ^Giron pot smokin' on a woodsmoke stove She got an ^Cantique feather ^A7bed Pretty ^Gshort, short ride from ^E7Hell to heaven ^CRidin' on a ^Dbowl of ^Gred

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^GHere's the recipe: ^EBull meat, cow meat, pig's feet, chicken feet ^EI've even seen her use a rabbit's head ^A7Camino, oregano, cilantro, let it go Sop it up with sourdough ^Dbread

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Let it ^Gboil all day, you'll be rollin' in the hay Lo^Crene keeps a man well ^A7fed Just ^Gwalk on down to ^E7number nine Say, "^CGimme little ^Dbowl of ^Gred"

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Well now, ^EPeter Piper picked a bunch of chilli peppers ^ETell me now, how many pipes did Peter Piper pick Yeah, he ^A7took 'em on down to sweet Lorene And said, "I need a bowl of red, real ^Dquick"

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She put ^GPeter Piper's peppers in a pot on the stove She put ^CPeter Piper in her feather ^A7bed And now ^GPeter Piper's pickin' chilli ^E7peppers all day Just to ^Cget his daily ^Dbowl of ^Gred

[Verse]

I said, well, you ^Gdon't put beans in chilli You never ^Cwater good whiskey ^Gdown And you never play ^G/F#poker with a ^E7man named 'Doc' On the ^A7Spanish side of town^D

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But if you ^Gwanna go sleeping with the doctor's daughter You gotta ^Cpay the old man his ^A7bread It's a ^Gshort, short ride from ^E7Hell to heaven ^CRidin' on a ^Dbowl of ^Gred

[Bridge]

Well now, ^EPeter Piper picked a bunch of chilli peppers ^ETell me now, how many pipes did Peter Piper pick Yeah, he ^A7took 'em on down to sweet Lorene And said, "I need a bowl of red, real ^Dquick"

[Verse]

She put ^GPeter Piper's peppers in a pot on the stove She put ^CPeter Piper in her feather ^A7bed And now ^GPeter Piper's pickin' chilli ^E7peppers all day Just to ^Cget his daily ^Dbowl of ^Gred

[Verse]

I said, well, you ^Gdon't put beans in chilli You never ^Cwater good whiskey ^Gdown And you never play ^G/F#poker with a ^E7man named 'Doc' On the ^A7Spanish side of town^D

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But if you ^Gwanna go sleeping with the doctor's daughter You gotta ^Cpay the old man his ^A7bread It's a ^Gshort, short ride from ^E7Hell to heaven ^CRidin' on a ^Dbowl of ^Gred I said, it's a ^Gshort, short ride from ^E7Hell to heaven ^CRidin' on a ^Dbowl of ^Gred

Tom Russell - A bowl of red