[ George McCormick ]
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Well I'm dreamin' about Dixie cotton fields and whippoorwills
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Where I spent my happy childhood among the rocks and among the rills
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I can see my dear old mommy as around the place she goes
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To my home in Louisiana where the old Red River flows
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Hi-lee-oh-layoo you can hear the darkies singing soft and low
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And at twilight in the evening so soft and low so low
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On my farm in Louisiana where the old Red River flows
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[ guitar ]
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Well the nights are bright on Broadway and the city's bright as day
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On the beach at Coney Island where the liquors make you gay
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I'm headin' south tonight dear on the IC where she goes
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To my home in Louisiana where the old Red River flows
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Hi-lee-oh-layoo...
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Where The Old Red River Flows
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| Porter Wagoner |
