Story Behind the Song
The primal scream of a guitar emerged when the rest of the band
foolishly left Stoo to tinker with a song over a weekend. Once we had
all worked out how to achieve the proposed velocity it fit together like
a well drilled regiment.
Lyrics
Dont follow a soldier or you're bound to lose your way,
But the mothers and preachers have all had their say,
Now she's washing linen and repairing brocade,
For her boy in the kings brigade.
She sought out a gentleman with a generals pay,
But she lost her honour on the campaign trail,
To a fine hearted captain who took her away,
Past societies graces and the port of Calais.
Ch.
Red riding, red riding, red riding, red riding,
With the devil driving you on,
Red riding, red riding, past borders and marches,
Behind every brave man a brave woman passes.
Shes mentioned in whispers behind ladies hands,
Hes mentioned in dispatches for making a stand,
For king and for country in a foreigners land,
To war and to win or be damned.
Each bullet hole darned brings a tear to her eye,
And the blood on his collar refuses to dry,
He promised her less than he pledged to his sire,
But her loyalty matches his pride.
Ch.
Unrecognized by the chain of command,
Unheralded by a pipe and drum band,
For two war torn hearts and an officers hand,
To love and to win or be damned.
The trumpets are silenced and the banners laid down,
Back cross the channel where her morals were drowned,
And if he'll still have her in her dirty white gown,
Then we'll toast with the generals round.
Ch.
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