Where the Red Fern Grows

Well... Towards the border of the northeast corner of Oklahoma lives a native girl Spends her days in Delaware County but she wants to see the oceans for the pearl Never had two nickels to rub together, all she knew was how to work So she's singin' for some change in a guitar case to pull herself out of the dirt She sings I love this place but it ain't my home I belong where people hear my songs and sing along And I hate to lеave but I've got to go I was meant for morе than missin' cowboys where the red fern grows Pretty soon those dreams that she'd been dreamin' didn't seem so out of reach So she switched from change and checks to playin' shows, word out on the street Met a drummer in a red dirt band, Tahlequah who swore he'd make her shine So she ran off to the city, left the boy she loved and her family behind She sings I love this place but it ain't my home I belong where people hear my songs and sing along And I hate to leave but I've got to go I was meant for more than missin' cowboys where the red fern grows Days turn into months and all the months turn into years Streets turn to stadiums and silence turns to cheers Them Oklahoma hills ain't ever stopped callin' out her name If you listen close you can hear her sing She sings I love this place but it ain't my home I belong where people hear my songs and sing along And I hate to leave but I've got to go I was meant for more than missin' cowboys where the red fern grows Towards the border of the northeast corner of Oklahoma lives a native girl