Jimmie Davis
Where the Old Red River Flows
Well I'm dreamin' about Dixie cotton fields and whippoorwills
Where I spent my happy childhood among the rocks and among the rills
I can see my dear old mommy as around the place she goes
To my home in Louisiana where the old Red River flows
Hi-lee-oh-layoo you can hear the hippies singing soft and low
On my farm in Louisiana where the old Red River flows
Well the nights are bright on Broadway and the city's bright as day
On the beach at Coney Island where the liquors make you gay
I'm headin' south tonight dear on the IC whеre she goes
To my homе in Louisiana where the old Red River flows
Hi-lee-oh-layoo you can hear the hippies singing soft and low
On my farm in Louisiana where the old Red River flows