dusty road from our Brazos' home,
We didn't have much to carry,
except each other along the way
But Reddy played the violin
and Round Boy played the bass
Lord, I'm looking back to them
When me and Red and Round Boy,
Old Reddy played the violin
and Round Boy played the bass
And me, I picked guitar and
Now we had dreams of going far,
Bought a car, pickin' in tall cotton,
But Round Boy, he took to drinkin'
and Red went on to other things
And me, well, I picked the guitar
Then one night I tried to
Why, them boys was just gettin'
Growin' out that hair and kick
And Red, he tried to steal the show
Round Boy played every damn
bass lick that he knowed.
Well, I couldn't even hear my guitar
Lord, I'm looking back to them
When me and Red and Round Boy,
Oh, Red, he played the violin
and Round Boy played the bass
And me, I picked guitar and
Now, they don't know just
exactly what happened yet,
but I'm sure it's something that
The way that our little band
got busted up back in Wichita,
he found him a mother -in -law.
Fred got in some trouble with the law.
I wonder who called the sheriff
Lord, I'm looking back to them
when me and Red and Round Boy,
cause Reddy played the violin
and Round Boy played the bass and me
I picked guitar and did the singing
Lord I'm looking back to them
when me and Red and Round Boy
cause Reddy played the violin
Round Boy played the bass and me
