| Put on your red silk stockings, pretty babe
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| Put on your red silk stockings, pretty babe
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| Just wear a red silken stocking
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| And you’ll get the fellas flocking
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| Never fear, never fear, pretty babe
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| Put on your plumes and gaters, pretty babe
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| Put on your plumes and gaters, pretty babe
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| For if you wear plumes and gaters
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| There’ll be no more peelin' taters
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| Learn to smile, live in style, pretty babe
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| And if you’re itchin' to leave the kitchen
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| To the city far away you yearn to go
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| Just leave your home in dear ol' Wyoming
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| Loose your little local laddie
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| Find a daddy with some dough
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| Put on your red silk stockings, pretty babe
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| Put on your red silk stockings, pretty babe
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| And put some paint where your face is
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| nd you’ll go a lot of places
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| Never fear, never fear, pretty babe
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| (Put on your red silk stockings, pretty babe)
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| (Put on your red silk stockings, pretty babe)
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| Just wear a red silken stocking
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| And you’ll get the fellas flocking
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| Never fear, never fear, pretty babe
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| And if you’re longin' to do some wrongin'
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| To a life that’s been so very, very slow
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| Just dress up brightly and stay out nightly
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| And forget what mama told ya
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| That is all you gotta know
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| Put on your red silk stockings, pretty babe
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| Put on your red silk stockings, pretty babe
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| And put some paint where your face is
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| And you’ll go a lot of places
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| Never fear, never fear, pretty babe
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| Yes, she did as she was told
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| Now she’s worth her weight in gold
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| Red stockings and all, pretty babe |