Red River
Words and Music by Keith Darran McGuire and 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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The blind led you to the mainline
You already knew the way
You were chased there by the dragon
You knew you'd have to stay
Dying for the end
This is it my friend
Your heavens turned to hell
One trip too far, no more to tell
You've reached the point of no return
You're dying for the thrill
Inside fear burns
There's nothing left of you to kill
Drowning in the wishing well
You're losing all control
It took away your sanity
And now it takes your soul
You're dying for the only thrill you know
You paid the price, you traded in your so