They're Red Hot

Lyricist: ROBERT JOHNSON     Composer: ROBERT JOHNSON

Hot tamales and they're red hot
Yeah, she got 'em for sale, hey
Hot tamales and they're red hot
Oh, she got 'em for sale

I got a girl, say she long and tall
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall
Hot tamales and they're red hot
Oh, she got 'em for sale

And she got 'em for sale, oh yeah well
Hot tamales and they're red hot
Yeah, she got 'em for sale, uh-huh
Hot tamales and they're red hot
Yeah, she got 'em for sale

You know the monkey, now the baboon playing in the grass
Well, the monkey stuck his finger in that ol' "good gulf gas", now hey

Hot tamales and they're red hot
Yeah, she got 'em for sale, I mean um
And she got 'em for sale, oh yeah well
Hot tamales and they're red hot
Yeah, she got 'em for sale, oh-well

Hot tamales and they're red hot
Oh, she got 'em for sale
She got two for a nickel, four for a dime
Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine, so, hey

Hot tamales and they're red hot
Well, she got 'em for sale, I mean um
And she got 'em for sale, oh yeah

Hot tamales and they're red hot
Oh, she got 'em for sale, yeah, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot
Oh, she got 'em for sale

I'm gonna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep
I'll due to break 'way your liver and dare your heart to beat 'bout my, hey

Hot tamales and they're red hot
Well, she got 'em for sale, I mean yeah
And she got 'em for sale, oh yeah