Tom Russell – A Bowl Of Red chords
Chords:
[Verse]GWell, you don't put beans in chilliC GYou never water good whiskey downG/F# E7And you never play poker with a man named 'Doc'A7 DOn the Spanish side of town[Verse]GBut if you wanna go sleeping with the doctor's daughterC A7You gotta pay the old man his breadG E7It's a short, short ride from Hell to heavenC D GRidin' on a bowl of red[Verse] Well, I'm a-talkin' 'bout sweet Lorene, the chilli queenC GDown at number nine Pecos StreetG/F# E7She got bull meat hangin' up above her headA7 DChilli peppers down at her feet[Verse]GShe got an iron pot smokin' on a woodsmoke stoveC A7She got an antique feather bedG E7Pretty short, short ride from Hell to heavenC D GRidin' on a bowl of red[Bridge]GHere's the recipe:EBull meat, cow meat, pig's feet, chicken feetEI've even seen her use a rabbit's headA7Camino, oregano, cilantro, let it goDSop it up with sourdough bread[Verse]GLet it boil all day, you'll be rollin' in the hayC A7Lorene keeps a man well fedG E7Just walk on down to number nineC D GSay, "Gimme little bowl of red"[Instrumental] G C G E7 A7 D G C A7 G E7 C D G [Bridge]EWell now, Peter Piper picked a bunch of chilli peppersETell me now, how many pipes did Peter Piper pickA7Yeah, he took 'em on down to sweet LoreneDAnd said, "I need a bowl of red, real quick"[Verse]GShe put Peter Piper's peppers in a pot on the stoveC A7She put Peter Piper in her feather bedG E7And now Peter Piper's pickin' chilli peppers all dayC D GJust to get his daily bowl of red[Verse]GI said, well, you don't put beans in chilliC GYou never water good whiskey downG/F# E7And you never play poker with a man named 'Doc'A7 DOn the Spanish side of town[Verse ]GBut if you wanna go sleeping with the doctor's daughterC A7You gotta pay the old man his breadG E7It's a short, short ride from Hell to heavenC D GRidin' on a bowl of red[Bridge]EWell now, Peter Piper picked a bunch of chilli peppersETell me now, how many pipes did Peter Piper pickA7Yeah, he took 'em on down to sweet LoreneDAnd said, "I need a bowl of red, real quick"[Verse]GShe put Peter Piper's peppers in a pot on the stoveC A7She put Peter Piper in her feather bedG E7And now Peter Piper's pickin' chilli peppers all dayC D GJust to get his daily bowl of red[Verse]GI said, well, you don't put beans in chilliC GYou never water good whiskey downG/F# E7And you never play poker with a man named 'Doc'A7 DOn the Spanish side of town[Verse]GBut if you wanna go sleeping with the doctor's daughterC A7You gotta pay the old man his breadG E7It's a short, short ride from Hell to heavenC D GRidin' on a bowl of redG E7I said, it's a short, short ride from Hell to heavenC D GRidin' on a bowl of red