the early mornin', smokin' dried cross vine Take me back down where the RedRiver rolls. Send me back to Lou'sianne. Take me back down where the white water flows. To the Cajun promised land Give me
Took a friend I found across some blood redriver. Never did find my way home in time to forgive her. Why must people always want what they can't have?. Why must people always *** what they'd
if you love me. Do not hasten to bid me adieu. Just remember the redriver valley. And the cowboy that loved you so true. For a long time, my darling, I've waited. For the sweet words you never would