|
Some of us turn off the lights and we live |
|
In the moonlight shooting by |
|
Some of us scare ourselves to death in the dark |
|
To be where the angels fly |
|
Pretty maids all in a row lined up |
|
Outside my cabin door |
|
I've never wanted any of them wanting me |
|
'Cept the girl from the Red River shore |
|
Well, I sat by her side and for a while I tried |
|
To make that girl my wife |
|
She gave me her best advice and she said |
|
\"Go home and lead a quiet life.\" |
|
Well, I've been to the east and I've been to the west |
|
And I've been out where the black winds roar |
|
Somehow, though, I never did get that far |
|
With the girl from the Red River shore |
|
Well, I knew when I first laid eyes on her |
|
I could never be free |
|
One look at her and I knew right away |
|
She should always be with me |
|
Well, the dream dried up a long time ago |
|
Don't know where it is anymore |
|
True to life, true to me |
|
Was the girl from the Red River shore |
|
Now I'm wearing the cloak of misery |
|
And I've tasted jilted love |
|
And the frozen smile upon my face |
|
Fits me like a glove |
|
But I can't escape from the memory |
|
Of the one that I'll always adore |
|
All those nights when I lay in the arms |
|
Of the girl from the Red River shore |
|
Well, we're living in the shadows of a fading past |
|
Trapped in the fires of time |
|
I've tried not to ever hurt anybody |
|
And to stay out of a life of crime |
|
And when it's all been said and done |
|
I never did know the score |
|
One more day is another day away |
|
From the girl from the Red River shore |
|
Well, I'm a stranger here in a strange land |
|
But I know this is where I belong |
|
I'll ramble and gamble for the one I love |
|
And the hills will give me a song |
|
Though nothing looks familiar to me |
|
I know I've stayed here before |
|
Once, a thousand nights ago |
|
With the girl from the Red River shore |
|
Well, I went back to see about it once |
|
Went back to straighten it out |
|
Everybody that I talked to had seen us there |
|
Said they didn't know who I was talking about |
|
Well, the sun went down on me a long time ago |
|
I've had to fall back from the door |
|
I wish I could have spent every hour of my life |
|
With the girl from the Red River shore |
|
Now, I've heard of a guy who lived a long time ago |
|
A man full of sorrow and strife |
|
Whenever someone around him died and was dead |
|
He knew how to bring 'em on back to life |
|
Well, I don't know what kind of language he used |
|
Or if they do that kind of thing anymore |
|
Sometimes I think nobody ever saw me here at all |
|
'Cept the girl from the Red River shore |
