Buenas Noches From a Lonely Room (She Wore Red Dresses) - Dwight Yoakam

She wore red dresses

with her black shining hair

She had my baby

and caused me to care

Then coldly she left me

to suffer and cry

'Cause, She wore red dresses

and told such sweet lies

I never knew him

but he took her away

And on my knees like a madman

for vengeance I prayed

While the pain and the anger

destroyed my weak mind

She wore red dresses

and left the wounded behind

I searched til I found them,

then I cursed at the sight

Of their sleeping shadows

in the cold neon light

In the dark morning silence

I placed the gun to her head

'Cause, She wore red dresses,

but now she lay dead…