[00:00.000] 作词 : Thurland Chattaway /Bob Dylan[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan/Kerry Mills[00:02.000] 编曲 : Kerry Mills[00:03.375]There once was an Indian maid[00:04.824]Who always was afraid[00:06.869]That some buckaroo would fly around and fool While she lay sleeping in the shade[00:10.551]She had an idea grand[00:11.927]She filled it up with sand[00:13.913]To keep the boys from forbidden joys In Red Wing's promised land[00:16.975][00:17.725]Oh, the sunshine down on pretty Red Wing[00:21.023]As she lay sleeping, this buck come creeping[00:24.110]With his one good eye he was a-peeping[00:28.023]He hoped to reach the promised land[00:31.309][00:31.924]Now he was an Indian wise[00:33.642]He reached for Red Wing's thighs[00:35.241]With an old rubber boot on the end of his toot[00:36.776]He made poor Red Wing open up her eyes[00:38.566]But when she came to life[00:40.038]She grabbed her bowie knife[00:41.783]It flashed in the sky as she let it fly[00:44.406]And shortened his love life[00:45.289][00:46.064]Oh, the Moon shines down on pretty Red Wing[00:49.265]As she lays snoring, her knife adoring.[00:52.584]For, no longer do the braves come whoring.[00:55.718]They won't pay the price for the promised land.[00:59.111][00:59.697]Oh, girls if you wanna be wise, put away those knives.[01:03.190]Boys like to pay for a fling in the hay[01:04.534]But they don't wanna pay for the rest of their lives.[01:06.621]Mind what your mamma said, if you're lying in your bed[01:09.688]If you can't obey, don't reach for a blade[01:11.643]Have a hell of a time instead[01:13.493][01:14.030]Woo, the clouds go floating over Red Wing[01:16.874]As she lays snoring; her life is boring.[01:20.332]Why, she'd even welcome Hermann Goering[01:23.901]Into the pleasure of her promised land.