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