It was early one morning,
I walked into town,
And in sweet recreation
I was strollin' around.
When I spied this hotel
in the poor afternoon,
That was sporting a sign,
said the red light saloon.
So I boldly walked in
and I stepped to the bar,
Where a pretty young lady said,
Have a cigar.
I took that cigar,
saying thanks for the boon,
But she said that's our way
In the red light saloon.
Then she mussed up my hair
and sat down on my knee
Saying, you are a logger,
it's easy to see
Saying, you are a lumberjack,
that we all know
Oh, your muscles are hard
from your head to your toe
She proceeded to test if
my muscles were right,
Till I smoked that cigar
without striking the light.
My head it was rising like a balloon
from the treatment I got in
the red light saloon.
It was early next morning,
I bid her good -bye.
She waved from the window
with a tear in her eye.
So I did not discover till the middle of June
I was carrying a keepsake
of the red -light saloon.
Well, I cursed that young lady
till the heaven turned blue
And with whiskey and wo men
I swore I was through
But with all of my swearing
I'd give my fortune
Just to be back in bed
in the red light salute.