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Redheads Poems and Song Lyrics

Poems about Redheads

Look at your lovely red hair

They say to me at last
That wasn’t what they used to say
In my childhood days that passed.

They used to call me carrot top
Freckle face and ginger
Although I found it hurtful
I’ve never been a whinger

I took it on the chin
I set myself apart
Because blonde comes from a bottle
Red comes from the heart

Rosie Miller

Songs about Redheads

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“Red Headed Stranger” – Willie Nelson

“Prejudice” – Tim Minchin

“Redhead Girl” –  Air

“Jolene” - Dolly Parton

“Redhead Walking” – REM

“Valerie” – The Zutons

Redhead Girl – “Aurical”

“Red Headed Woman” – Bruce Spingsteen

Well, brunettes are fine, man
Blondes are fun
But, when it comes to getting the dirty job done,
I’ll take a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

Well, listen up, stud,
Your life’s been wasted
’til you’ve got’ down on your knees and tasted
A red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

Tight skirt, strawberry hair
Tell me what you’ve got, baby, waiting under there.
Big green eyes that look like, son,
They can see every cheap thing that you ever done.

Well, I don’t know how many girls you dated, man
You ain’t lived ’til you’ve had your tires rotated
By a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.


“Red Headed Stranger” – Willie Nelson

The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana,
Rode into town one day.
And under his knees was a ragin’ black stallion,
And walkin’ behind was a bay.
The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder,
And his lips, they were sad and tight.
His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside,
And his heart was heavy as night.
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him.
He’s wild in his sorrow:
He’s ridin’ an’ hidin his pain.
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he’ll ride on again.A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window,
An’ watched as he passed her way.
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion,
But cast greedy eyes on the bay.
But how could she know that this dancin’ bay pony,
Meant more to him than life.
For this was the horse that his little lost darlin’,
Had ridden when she was his wife.

Don’t cross him, don’t boss him.
He’s wild in his sorrow:
He’s ridin’ an’ hidin his pain.
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he’ll ride on again.

The yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern,
An’ looked up the stranger there.
He bought her a drink, an’ he gave her some money,
He just didn’t seem to care.
She followed him out as he saddled his stallion,
An’ laughed as she grabbed at the bay.
He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her,
She never heard anyone say:

“Don’t cross him, don’t boss him.
“He’s wild in his sorrow:
“He’s ridin’ an’ hidin his pain.
“Don’t fight him, don’t spite him;
“Just wait till tomorrow,
“Maybe he’ll ride on again.”

The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset;
The stranger went free, of course.
For you can’t hang a man for killin’ a woman,
Who’s tryin’ to steal your horse.
Tthis is the tale of the red headed stranger,
And if he should pass your way,
Stay out of the path of the ragin’ black stallion,
And don’t lay a hand on the bay.

Don’t cross him, don’t boss him.
He’s wild in his sorrow:
He’s ridin’ an’ hidin his pain.
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he’ll ride on again.

“Prejudice” – Tim Minchin

In our modern free-spoken society

There is a word that we still hold taboo
A word with a terrible history
Of being used to abuse, oppress and subdue
Just six seemingly harmless letters
Arranged in a way that will form a word
With more power than the pieces of metal
That are forged to make swordsA couple of Gs, an R and an E, an I and an N
Just six little letters all jumbled together
Have caused damage that we may never mend
And it’s important that we all respect
That if these people should happen to choose
To reclaim the word as their own
It doesn’t meant the rest of you have a right to it’s use

So never under estimate
The power that language imparts
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words can break hearts
A couple of Gs – jeez, unless you’ve had to live it
An R and an E – even I am careful with it
An I and an N – and in the end it will only offend
Don’t want to have to spell it out again…

Yeah

Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
So listen to me if you care for your health
You won’t call me ginger ‘less you’re ginger yourself
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger

When you are a ginger life is pretty hard
Years of ritual bullying in the school yard
Kids calling you Ranga and Fanta Pants
No invitation to the high school dance
But you get up and learn to hold your head up
You try to keep your cool and not get het up
But until the feeling of I’ll is truly let up
Then the word is ours and ours alone

Don’t you know that…
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
So if you call us ginge we just might come unhinged
If you don’t have a fringe with at least a tinge of the ginge in it
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger

Now listen to me, we’re not looking for sympathy
Just because we’re sensitive to UV
Just ’cause we’re pathetically pale
We do alright with the females

Yeah I like to ask the ladies ’round for ginger beer
And soon they’re running their fingers through my ginger beard
And dunking my ginger nuts into their ginger tea
And asking if they can call me ginge
And I say, “I don’t think that’s appropriate!”

‘Cos only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
Only a ginga can call another ginga, ginga
And all the ladies, they agree it’s a fact
Once you’ve gone ginge, she can’t go back
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger

Yeah go ginge, go you funky ginge
Yeah, funky ginger mofo

Yeah, you can call us bozo or fire truck
You can even call us carrot top of blood nut
Yeah, you can call us match stick or tampon
But fucking with the G-word is just not on

If you’re a ginger-phobe and you don’t like us
We will stand up to the fight if you want to fight us
But if you cut yourself you might catch gingivitis
So maybe you should shut your funky mouth

Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger

So if you call us ginge you can’t whinge if your injured
If you don’t have a tinge of the ginge in your minge

Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
And you know my kids will always be clothed and fed
‘Cos Papa’s gonna be bringing home the gingerbread
And they’ll be pretty smart because they’ll be well-read
And by “read” I mean “read” and the other kind of “red”, woo!

Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
Only a ginga can call another ginga, ginga
Just like only a ninja can sneak up on another ninja

Yeah, only a ginger, only a ginger, only a ginger, yeah
Are you all listening-a, I’m not pointing the finger
I just happen to sing-a
I’m just remindin’ ya

That only a ginger can call another ginger…
Ginger

“Redhead Girl” –  Air

Pocket Symphony
Redhead Girl
When the redhead girl goes by
The course of time stands still
When the redhead girl goes by
Goes by
Goes by
When the redhead girl goes by
It’s a dream with a blue knife
When the redhead girl goes by
Goes by ( X4 )

“Jolene” - Dolly Parton

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
There’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He’s the only one for me, Jolene

I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him even though you can
Jolene, Jolene

“Redhead Walking” – REM

Out there are silver dressed darlings
And ramen mein delights
When ginger hair gets all fired up
She beats them in the night
That redhead walking, uhDon’t get close
She’ll warn you with her growl
She’s a bud cuttin’, star studded, leather chested girl
Out there a redhead walkin’
Redhead walkin’
The redhead walkin’
Better listen keep your distance from the crimson crime warpath

O kiss that girl
Kiss that girl
Kiss that girt

Yeah, she’ll cut your heart like diamonds
End of story
You bet you’re gonna lose it to that hellbound crimson glory

There — a redhead walkin’
A redhead walkin’
A redhead walkin’
Heed what this wise man says
Keep away from redheads…

“Valerie” – The Zutons

Well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you’re doing and in my head I make a picture’Cos since I’ve come on home, well my body’s been a mess
And I’ve missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
Won’t you come on over, stop making a fool out of me
Why won’t you come on over Valerie, Valerie?

Did you have to go to jail, put your house on up for sale, did you get a good lawyer?
I hope you didn’t catch a tan, I hope you find the right man who’ll fix it for you
Are you shopping anywhere, changed the colour of your hair, are you busy?
And did you have to pay the fine you were dodging all the time are you still dizzy?

Yeah

‘Cos since I’ve come on home, well my body’s been a mess
And I’ve missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
Won’t you come on over, stop making a fool out of me
Why won’t you come on over Valerie, Valerie.Valerie,Valerie?

Well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you’re doing and in my head I make a picture’

Cos since I’ve come on home, well my body’s been a mess
And I’ve missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
Won’t you come on over, stop making a fool out of me
Why won’t you come on over Valerie, Valerie.Valerie,Valerie?

Yeah valerie

Redhead Girl – “Aurical”

Other

How Redheads Work

This is not technically a song or a video – but it is brilliant. One of my favourite podcasts – Stuff You Should Know – did a podcast on

How Redheads Work. Listen to it now by following the link or subscribe to their podcast, and you won’t regret it! http://blogs.howstuffworks.com/transcript/how-redheads-work/