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 oceans for the pearl
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 leave but I’ve got to go
I was meant for more 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 to playin’ shows, word out on the street
Met a drummer in a red dirt band, 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 and all the months turn into years
Streets turn to stadiums and silence turns to cheers
Them Oklahoma hills ain’t ever stopped cryin’ 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
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