A Bowl of Red

You don't put beans in chilli

You never water good whiskey down

And never play poker with a man named 'Doc'

On the Spanish side of town

And if you want to go peekin' at the doctor's daughter

You better pay the old man his bread

Then it's a short, short ride from hell to heaven

Ridin' on a bowl of red

I'm talkin' about sweet Lorene, the chilli queen

Down at number nine Pecos Street

She's got bull meat hangin' up above her head

And chilli peppers down at her feet

She's got an iron pot smokin' on a woodsmoke stove

Near an antique feather bed

Where it's a short, short ride from hell to heaven

Ridin' on a bowl of red

Here's the recipe,

Bull meat, crab meat, pig's feet, chicken feet

I've even seen her use a rabbit's head

Cemino, oregano, celanto, let it go

Then sop it up with sourdough bread

Let it boil one day, you'll be rollin' in the hay

Lorene keeps a man well fed

Just walk on down to number nine

Say, "Gimme a little bowl of red"

Peter Piper picked a bunch of chilli peppers

Tell me how many packs did Peter Piper pick

Then he took 'em on down to sweet Lorene

Said, "I need a bowl of red real quick"

She put Peter Piper's peppers in a pot on the stove

She put Peter Piper in her feather bed

And now Peter Piper's pickin' peppers all day

Just to get his daily bowl of red