| Written:Keith Darran Mcguire/George Pearce | |
| I remember campin' all night down by the river's edge, skinny dippin' in the | |
| bright moonlight, divin' off a ledge, skippin' rocks across the water, | |
| fishin' on an old trout line, gigging frogs till the early mornin', smokin' | |
| dried crossvine. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Take me back down where the Red River rolls; send me back to Lou' sianne. | |
| Take me back down where the white water flows, to the Cajun promised land. | |
| Give me my line and my old pirogue. Get me back as fast as you can. | |
| Take me back home where the Red River rolls. | |
| Take me back home where the Red River rolls. | |
| Floatin' down the river on a patched up inner tube, eatin' dinner on the | |
| ground, made of fresh caught catfish stew. | |
| Lay wake at night when I hear a wildcat scream; tellin' takes around the camp | |
| fire light about the girls in our dreams. | |
| Chorus |
| Written: Keith Darran Mcguire George Pearce | |
| I remember campin' all night down by the river' s edge, skinny dippin' in the | |
| bright moonlight, divin' off a ledge, skippin' rocks across the water, | |
| fishin' on an old trout line, gigging frogs till the early mornin', smokin' | |
| dried crossvine. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Take me back down where the Red River rolls send me back to Lou' sianne. | |
| Take me back down where the white water flows, to the Cajun promised land. | |
| Give me my line and my old pirogue. Get me back as fast as you can. | |
| Take me back home where the Red River rolls. | |
| Take me back home where the Red River rolls. | |
| Floatin' down the river on a patched up inner tube, eatin' dinner on the | |
| ground, made of fresh caught catfish stew. | |
| Lay wake at night when I hear a wildcat scream tellin' takes around the camp | |
| fire light about the girls in our dreams. | |
| Chorus |
| Written: Keith Darran Mcguire George Pearce | |
| I remember campin' all night down by the river' s edge, skinny dippin' in the | |
| bright moonlight, divin' off a ledge, skippin' rocks across the water, | |
| fishin' on an old trout line, gigging frogs till the early mornin', smokin' | |
| dried crossvine. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Take me back down where the Red River rolls send me back to Lou' sianne. | |
| Take me back down where the white water flows, to the Cajun promised land. | |
| Give me my line and my old pirogue. Get me back as fast as you can. | |
| Take me back home where the Red River rolls. | |
| Take me back home where the Red River rolls. | |
| Floatin' down the river on a patched up inner tube, eatin' dinner on the | |
| ground, made of fresh caught catfish stew. | |
| Lay wake at night when I hear a wildcat scream tellin' takes around the camp | |
| fire light about the girls in our dreams. | |
| Chorus |