Red Bandana

[Verse 1]
Hangin' around under East Texas Pines
Shootin' at the stars with our Colt 45's
Puttin' on a show, and livin' free
If you hear a Rebel Yell it's 'cause the bars we bleed
And then we're gone, we're gone
We got them gypsy souls, they don't wanna go home

[Chorus]
Big Montana, little red bandana
Marshall Tucker playin' on our radio
I couldn't stand her, so I left Louisiana
Northbound to Yellowstone oh
And it's blue lights still nights
Don't know which way is home
But the Preacher's gonna tell us "You're a rowdy bunch of fellas"
"But you can worry 'bout it when you're old"
So I guess we'll worry about it when we're old

[Verse 3]
Feelin' the cold, in your lungs when you breathe in
Light up the smoke, for all the different seasons
Turn up the music loud. 'til all the whiskey's down
Girls are all dancin' as the men stomp the ground
And then we're gone, gone
We got them gypsy souls yeah , they don't wanna go home

[Chorus]
Big Montana, little red bandana
Marshall Tucker playin' on our radio
I couldn't stand her, so I left Louisiana
Northbound to Yellowstone oh
And it's blue lights still nights
Don't know which way is home
But the Preacher's gonna tell us "You're a rowdy bunch of fellas"
"But you can worry 'bout it when you're old"
So I guess we'll worry about it when we're old

[Instrumental]

We got them, gypsy souls and they don't wanna go home

[Chorus]
Big Montana, little red bandana
Marshall Tucker playin' on our radio
I couldn't stand her, so I left Louisiana
Northbound to Yellowstone oh
And it's blue lights still nights
Don't know which way is home
But the Preacher's gonna tell us "You're a rowdy bunch of fellas"
"But worry 'bout it when you're old"

[Outro]
Yeah the preacher's gonna tell us "You're a rowdy bunch of fellers"
"But I guess you can worry bout' it when you're old."