Red Fern

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