So far two middle-aged women have asked me if I wrote this song about their daughters.
|Home to Slope County|
I courted you in the Red River Valley--|
You remember the promises said.
Now the snows all are gone, and the leaves coming on,
And you fear that it's time that we wed.
No promise can ever deliver
I'll take you home to Slope County in the spring,Can you live far away from the city?
Will you miss the bright lights and your friends?
Do you think that your life, if you are my wife,
Will blow away in the west Dakota wind?
You'll have a home on the Little Missouri;
I'll take you home to Slope County in the spring,In Slope County the calving will be finished;
We'll ride through the hills side by side.
There's a saddle well-tooled and a mare that is schooled
To carry my Red River bride.
Oh don't you see those turtle doves
I'll take you home to Slope County in the spring,