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Buy me a horse and make me a sled,
Nobody rides with Ida Red.
Ida Red she lives in town,
She weighs four hundred and forty pounds.
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Going up Shootin’ Creek, going in a run,
Going up Shootin’ Creek, have a little fun.
Ida Red she’s a darned old fool,
She tried to put a saddle on a humpbacked mule.
Up the road and across the creek,
Can’t get a letter but once a week.
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Going up Shootin’ Creek, going in a run,
Take my razor and a Gatling gun.
Going up Shootin’ Creek, going in a run,
Going up Shootin’ Creek, have a little fun.
Chorus
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