Red Fern Lyrics

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 ocean for the pearls

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 it, 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

And started playin' shows that weren't out on the street

Met a drummer in a red dirt band

In 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

All the months turn into years

Streets turn to stadiums and silence turns to cheers

Them Oklahoma hills, they still call 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