Am | G | F | |
Panama | Red, Panama | Red, he’ll | steal your woman, |
D7 | G | Am | G |
Then he’ll rob your | head. Panama | Red, Panama | Red. |
E | |
On his | white horse, Mescalito, |
F | |
He come | breezin’ through town. |
G | C | |
I’ll | bet your woman’s up in bed with, Panama | Red. |
C | |
The judge don’t | know when Red’s in town, |
F | |
He keeps will | hidden underground. |
G | C | |
But every | body’s acting lazy, falling | out and hangin’ ’round. |
F | |
My woman said, "Hey Pedro, you’re actin | crazy like a clown" |
G | C | |
No | body feels like working, Panama Red is back in | town. |
Am | G | F | |
Panama | Red, Panama | Red, he’ll | steal your woman, |
D7 | G | Am | G |
Then he’ll rob your | head. Panama | Red, Panama | Red. |
E | |
On his | white horse, Mescalito, |
F | |
He come | breezin’ through town. |
G | C | |
I’ll | bet your woman’s up in bed with, Panama | Red. |
Solo over verse and chorus |
Everybody’s looking out for him, |
’Cause they know Red’s satisfies. |
Little girls love to listen, to him sing and tell sweet lies. |
But when things get too confusing, honey, you’re better off in bed |
And I?ll be searching all the joints in town for Panama Red. |