A Bowl Of Red

                                    G
Well, you don't put beans in chilli
          C                  G
You never water good whiskey down
                   G/F#         E7
And you never play poker with a man named 'Doc'
       A7                  D
On the Spanish side of town

[Verse]

           G
But if you wanna go sleeping with the doctor's daughter
          C                   A7
You gotta pay the old man his bread
       G                      E7
It's a short, short ride from Hell to heaven
C           D       G
Ridin' on a bowl of red

[Verse]

Well, I'm a-talkin' 'bout sweet Lorene, the chilli queen
        C                 G
Down at number nine Pecos Street
                  G/F#        E7
She got bull meat hangin' up above her head
A7                         D
Chilli peppers down at her feet

[Verse]

           G
She got an iron pot smokin' on a woodsmoke stove
           C               A7
She got an antique feather bed
       G                      E7
Pretty short, short ride from Hell to heaven
C           D       G
Ridin' on a bowl of red

[Bridge]

G
Here's the recipe:
E
Bull meat, cow meat, pig's feet, chicken feet
E
I've even seen her use a rabbit's head
A7
Camino, oregano, cilantro, let it go
                         D
Sop it up with sourdough bread

[Verse]

       G
Let it boil all day, you'll be rollin' in the hay
  C                     A7
Lorene keeps a man well fed
     G               E7
Just walk on down to number nine
      C            D       G
Say, "Gimme little bowl of red"

[Instrumental]

G    C    G  E7  A7  D
G    C  A7  G  E7  C D G

[Bridge]

          E
Well now, Peter Piper picked a bunch of chilli peppers
E
Tell me now, how many pipes did Peter Piper pick
         A7
Yeah, he took 'em on down to sweet Lorene
                                      D
And said, "I need a bowl of red, real quick"

[Verse]

        G
She put Peter Piper's peppers in a pot on the stove
        C                          A7
She put Peter Piper in her feather bed
        G                            E7
And now Peter Piper's pickin' chilli peppers all day
        C             D       G
Just to get his daily bowl of red

[Verse]

                  G
I said, well, you don't put beans in chilli
          C                  G
You never water good whiskey down
                   G/F#         E7
And you never play poker with a man named 'Doc'
       A7                  D
On the Spanish side of town

[Verse ]

           G
But if you wanna go sleeping with the doctor's daughter
          C                   A7
You gotta pay the old man his bread
       G                      E7
It's a short, short ride from Hell to heaven
C           D       G
Ridin' on a bowl of red

[Bridge]

          E
Well now, Peter Piper picked a bunch of chilli peppers
E
Tell me now, how many pipes did Peter Piper pick
         A7
Yeah, he took 'em on down to sweet Lorene
                                      D
And said, "I need a bowl of red, real quick"

[Verse]

        G
She put Peter Piper's peppers in a pot on the stove
        C                          A7
She put Peter Piper in her feather bed
        G                            E7
And now Peter Piper's pickin' chilli peppers all day
        C             D       G
Just to get his daily bowl of red

[Verse]

                  G
I said, well, you don't put beans in chilli
          C                  G
You never water good whiskey down
                   G/F#         E7
And you never play poker with a man named 'Doc'
       A7                  D
On the Spanish side of town

[Verse]

           G
But if you wanna go sleeping with the doctor's daughter
          C                   A7
You gotta pay the old man his bread
       G                      E7
It's a short, short ride from Hell to heaven
C           D       G
Ridin' on a bowl of red
               G                      E7
I said, it's a short, short ride from Hell to heaven
C           D       G
Ridin' on a bowl of red