Red River Valley
originally "In the Bright Mohawk Valley"

Melody - Melody - Melody -

some verses perhaps by James Kerrigen, 1896

1. From this valley they say you are going,
I will miss your sweet face and sweet smile,
Just because you are weary and tired,
You are changing your range for a while.

Chorus:
Then come sit here a while 'ere you leave me,
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
But remember the Red River Valley
And the girl that has loved you so true.

2. I've been thinking a long time, my darling,
Of the sweet words you never would say,
Now alas, must my fond hopes all vanish?
For they say you are going away.
Chorus:

3. When you think of the valley you're leaving
Oh how lonely and drear it it would be,
When think of the fond heart you're breaking
And the pain you are causing to me.
Chorus:

4. 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 other but you?
Chorus:

5. I have promised you darling that never,
Shall the words from my lips cause you pain;
And my life is still your's forever,
If you only will love me again.
Chorus:

6. Must the past with it's joys be blighted
By the future of sorrow and pain,
And the vows that were spoken be slighted?
Don't you think, you can love me again?
Chorus:

7. 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
Chorus:

8. There never could be such a longing
In the heart of a poor maiden's breast,
That dwells in the heart you are breaking
As I wait in my home in the West.
Chorus:

9. And the dark maiden's prayer for her lover
To the Spirit that rules the world:
May his pathway be evr in sunshine,
Is the prayer of the Red River girl.
Chorus:


another time, another place

RED RIVER VALLEY

To the Red River Valley we are going,
For to get us some trains and some trucks.
But if I had my say so about it,
I'd still be at home in the sack.

Come and sit by my side at the briefing,
Do not hasten to bid me adieu.
To the Red River Valley we're going,
And I'm flying four in Flight Blue.

We went for to check on the weather,
And they said it was clear as could be.
I lost my wingman 'round the field,
And the rest augered in out at sea.

S-2 said there's no flak where we're going,
S-2 said there's no flak on the way.
There's a dark overcast o'er the target,
I'm beginning to doubt what they say.

To the valley they say we are going,
And many strange sights will we see.
But the one there that held my attention,
Was the SAM that they threw up at me.

To the valley he said he was flying,
And he never saw the medal that he earned.
Many jocks have flown into the valley,
And a number have never returned.

So I listened as he briefed on the mission,
Tonight at the bar Teak Flight will sing.
But we're going to the Red River Valley,
And today you are flying my wing.

Oh, the flak is so thick in the valley,
That the MiGs and the SAMs we don't need.
So fly high and down-sun in the valley,
And guard well the ass of Teak Lead.

Now things turn to shit in the valley,
And the briefing I gave, you don't heed.
They'll be waiting at the Hanoi Hilton,
And it's fish heads and rice for Teak Lead.

We refueled on the way to the valley,
In the States it had always been fun.
But with thunder and lightning all around us,
'twas the last A. A. R. for Teak One.

When he came to a bridge in the valley,
He saw a duty that he couldn't shun.
For the first to roll in on the target,
Was my leader, old Teak Number One.

Oh, he flew through the flak toward the target,
With his bombs and his rockets drew a bead.
But he never pulled out of his bomb run,
'twas fatal for another Teak Lead.

So come sit by my side at the briefing,
We will sit there and tickle the beads.
For we're going to the Red River Valley,
And my call sign for today is Teak Lead.


"S-2" is intelligence;
"AAR" stands for air-to-air refueling.
And a Hi to the guys in the 1st AirCav/Anh Khe at that time. Frank
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