RED
RIVER LYRICS, PHILOSOPHY & WHY
More than a month has passed since we were all at Red River. I can
assure you that since then, my stories have become
bigger just like a good fishing trip! I hope everyone enjoyed all
the food (sorry about that chicken and dumpling thing.) But
even more, I hope that everyone enjoyed the music. Susan and I love
having a captive audience! I’m sure that everyone knows
by now that I had written “Campfires and Drinkin” due
to a conversation I had with Paul the prior year. But I thought
everyone
might like to hear where the inspiration for “Red River”
came from. Plus, I thought maybe you would just like to have the
words.
So, here it is line by line with the breakdown of who, what and
why.
RED
RIVER
By
Cindi Hanson-Page 10/04
© CATSEYE LYRICS 2005
In
1977 we started a friendly tradition
Each
year one week in Heaven
By
special invitation
Some
years they are the same ……… (this came from
just looking at the website)
Some
years they are so different
But
one thing will always remain
There’s
one who will always go the distance … (this is obviously
Greg who has kept this function alive all these years.)
CHORUS
Red
River you call back the women and the men
Each
year to return to Indian Glen
To
gather round the fire
Look
up and count the stars …. (DW had pointed out to me how
many stars you could see out there)
Remember
that we’re friends
Remember
who we are ... (this is the most important line in the whole song.
It’s just a reminder that it doesn’t matter
what you do or how important you are out in life. At the trip,
you’re only as good as your friends view you, how much they
can trust and rely on you, not to mention what value you bring
to the trip itself. This is why I cook now!)
Some
came to fall in love ... (this was about several people, myself
included. But mainly I was thinking about DW and Tara)
Some
came to forget their lives … (I think this is all of us
to a certain extent)
Some
came to be one with God … (I figure if you didn’t,
you should)
And
one came to make a girl his wife (Jon and Wendy Morris.)
Some
grew up came back and brought their children … (this is
a bunch, Sue, Mike, Scott H, Andrew, probably more)
Some
grew up came back all alone (me)
The
new and old come for different reasons … (John R and Paul)
So
close but so far from their homes … (anyone from Hazard
or Lexington)
CHORUS
REPEAT
One
by one the tents come down … (I watched this on the last
day and just thought it was sad. I wasn’t ready
for it to be over.)
We
say our good byes thru the tears
We
take what we brought but leave these grounds ... (this line came
from the little film that Greg made us watch
at the Outpost)
Embedded
with the memories til next year
CHORUS
REPEAT
In
1977, we started a friendly tradition
Each
year, one week in Heaven
By
special invitation …
Okay
… that’s it. I hope everyone liked the song. I felt
a little guilty writing it, feeling like I should have attended
a
few more of those interim years to have more of the “experience”
of it. But hopefully, it captured the “essence” of
the trip,
what it means or at least, what it should mean. I hope you all
agree.