Well I'm dreamin' about Dixie cotton fields and whippoorwills Where I spent my happy childhood among the rocks and among the rills I can see my dear old mommy as around the place she goes To my home in Louisiana where the old Red River flows Hi-lee-oh-layoo you can hear the hippies singing soft and low On my farm in Louisiana where the old Red River flows Well the nights are bright on Broadway and the city's bright as day On the beach at Coney Island where the liquors make you gay I'm headin' south tonight dear on the IC whеre she goes To my homе in Louisiana where the old Red River flows Hi-lee-oh-layoo you can hear the hippies singing soft and low On my farm in Louisiana where the old Red River flows