by Jimmie Davis
""I wrote this song on a train to Chicago from Shreveport on my way to a recording session. I was born about seventy miles from the Red river in Shreveport, Louisiana." — Jimmie Davis
Where The Old Red River Flows
The days are bright tonight on Broadway, and the city's
bright as day
On the beach at Coney island where the liquor makes you
gay,
But I'm heading south tonight, love, on the IC when she
goes
To my farm in Louisiana, where the old Red River flows.
As I sit and think of Dixie, cotton fields and
whippoorwills
Where I spent my happy childhood among the rocks and
among the rills
I can see my dear old mother, as around the place she
goes
On my farm in Louisiana, where the old Red River flows.
Hi-lee-oh-layee, you can hear the darkies singing soft
and low
And at twilight in the evening, so soft and low, so low
On my farm in Louisiana, where the old Red River flows.
