April Anne Songtext

Let an Easy Rider share your bed
But you chose a drunken gigolo instead
How were you to know he was a red?
Then you sat and cried and hung your head and said
That the whole thing was bringing you down

April Anne with the red bandanna round her head
Pretty Anne with the peacock feathered fan said
That the sash around her waist turned to lead
And her jingle-jangled faggot friend was dead
The midnight cowboys came but quickly fled
And the wine he spilled stained her pillow red
Oh she let an Easy Rider share her bed
But she chose a drunken gigolo instead

We danced the fandango around her bed