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The old red rover hoss, is in Texas
The Red River up here is better.
Do you have a song to support this? Because I do.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OVFjGc6NxKo
Bob Wills is Still the King
Well the honky-tonks in Texas were my natural second home Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of San Antone I grew up on music that we called western swing It don't matter who's in Austin, Bob Wills is still the king
Lord, I can still remember the way things were back then In spite of all the hard times, I'd live it all again To hear the Texas playboys and Tommy Duncan sing Makes me proud to be from Texas where Bob Wills is still the king
You can hear the Grand Old Opry in Nashville Tennessee It's the home of country music, on that we all agree *But when you cross that old Red River hoss, that just don't mean a thing* Because once you're down in Texas, Bob Wills is still the king
Well if you ain't never been there then I guess you ain't been told That you just can't live in Texas unless you got a lot of soul It's the home of Willie Nelson, the home of western swing He'll be the first to tell you, Bob Wills is still the king
Red River Valley (a folk song with origins in Canada)
From this valley they say you are going, We will miss your bright eyes and your smile, For they say you are taking the sunshine, That brightened our pathways a while.
Come and sit by my side if you love me, Do not hasten to bid me adieu, But remember the Red River Valley, And the girl that has loved you so true.
Won't you think of the valley you're leaving, Oh how lonely and dreary 'twill be, Just think of the fond heart you're breaking, And the grief you are causing to me.
From this valley they say you are going, When you go, may your darling go too, Would you leave her behind unprotected, When she loves no one other but you.
As you go to your home by the ocean, May you never forget those sweet hours, That we spent in the Red River Valley, And the love we exchanged 'mid the flowers.
They will bury me where you have wandered, Near the hills where the daffodils grow, When you're gone from the Red River Valley, For I can't live without you, I know.