Where The Old Red River Flows

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I’m dreamin’ tonight of Dixie cotton fields and whippoorwills
Where I spent my happy childhood ‘neath the rocks and among the rills
I can see my dear old mother as around the place she goes
On the farm in Louisiana where the old Red River flows

    Ah-lee-oh-de-lady-oo
    You can hear the old folks singin’ soft and low
    At the twilight in the evening so low so low
    On the farm in Louisiana where the old Red River flows

The lights so bright on Broadway the city’s bright as day,
And there on Coney Island where the ripplin’ waters play
I’ll be headin’ south for Dixie on that I. C. when she goes
To my farm in farm in Louisiana where the old Red River flows