3.Red River
Written：Keith Darran Mcguire／George Pearce
I remember campin' all night down by the river's edge, skinny
dippin' in the
bright moonlight, divin' off a ledge, skippin' rocks across the
water,
fishin' on an old trout line, gigging frogs till the early
mornin', smokin'
dried crossvine.
Chorus：
Take me back down where the Red River rolls; send me back to
Lou' sianne.
Take me back down where the white water flows, to the Cajun
promised land.
Give me my line and my old pirogue. Get me back as fast as you
can.
Take me back home where the Red River rolls.
Take me back home where the Red River rolls.
Floatin' down the river on a patched up inner tube, eatin'
dinner on the
ground, made of fresh caught catfish stew.
Lay wake at night when I hear a wildcat scream; tellin' takes
around the camp
fire light about the girls in our dreams.
Chorus
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