Red-Headed Woman
You can call it fate,
for it just might be luck,
but I met a wild
red-headed woman
in a red pick-up truck.
And I think I’m in love.
I was driving home from work last Thursday evening,
something happened you won’t believe.
There, by the road she stood with a tire gone flat.
I said to myself with a smile, “I could help her fix that.”
I stopped to see what any man could do,
and I acted like a crazy, head-over-heals fool.
You can call it fate,
for it just might be luck,
but I met a wild
red-headed woman
in a red pick-up truck.
And I think I’m in love.
Well, I changed her tire and the rest is history.
I went and took a shower ’cause she went out with me.
I spent a few minutes with my hair for a good impression.
I wanted to have her love as my only concession.
We went to the Longhorn Cafe and had a few drinks.
Things were getting good when she started to wink.
You can call it fate,
for it just might be luck,
but I met a wild
red-headed woman
in a red pick-up truck.
And I think I’m in love.
It has been over three years since I fixed the flat that day,
and we1re fixing to celebreate our third anniversary.
We have a precious child which was born to us, too.
Her name is really Susan, but mostly we call her Sue.
She1s got red curly hair, and is as wild as her mother.
She1s got a little red truck for her birthday. Oh brother!
You can call it fate,
for it just might be luck,
but I met a wild
red-headed woman
in a red pick-up truck.
And I think I’m in love.