Well, I'm dreamin' tonight of Dixie, cotton fields and hooker wills
Where I spent my happy childhood among the rocks and the rills
Well, I can see my dear old mother as around the place she goes
On my farm in Louisiana where the old Red River flows
Ha-lee-do-lee
You can hear the home folks singing soft and low
And that twilight in the evening, so soft and low
Oh-oh-oh
So low
On my farm in Louisiana where the old Red River flows
Ha-lee-do-lee
You can hear the home folks singing soft and low
And that twilight in the evening, so soft and low
And that twilight in the evening, so soft and low
Well, the lights shine bright on Broadway along the Great White Way
To the beach at Coney Island, you can hear all the people say
Well, I'm a-headin' back tonight, boys, only I see when she goes
To my farm in Louisiana where the old Red River flows
Ha-lee-do-lee
You can hear the home folks singing soft and low
And that twilight in the evening, so soft and low
And that twilight in the evening, so soft and low
So low
On my farm in Louisiana where the old Red River flows
Ha-lee-do-lee