Red River - Live Version 歌词

	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

	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

	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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