At general delivery, she picks up her mailnMama says Johnny just got out of jailnShe hopes he don't know where she's atnHow could she have ever loved that kind of catnnBut she remembers the dance in the moonlightn>From the hall to the back of his carnHe taught her how to drink whiskeynThree chords on a pawnshop guitarnShe remembers the first time he kissed hernBack when the feeling was newnShe sang the Red River ValleynFor the cowboy who loved her so truennShe's working each night at what she knows bestnHangin' in bars, a professional guestnShe picks up a young buckaroonBecause he reminds her of someone she knewnnThe telephone rings off the hook by her bednThe other end's Johnny, a gun to his headnHe said, You always look good in blacknThe next thing she heard was a bone-chilling cracknnShe pulled into town just at sunrisenMama had strong coffee onnShe said, You know he's always been crazynIt's best for us all that he's gonennSo at the request of the familynService was held for a fewnShe sang the Red River ValleynFor the cowboy who loved her so truennBut she remembered the dance in the moonlightn>From the hall to the back of his carnHe taught her how to drink whiskeynThree chords on a pawnshop guitarnShe remembered the first time he kissed hernBack when the feeling was newnShe sang the Red River ValleynFor the cowboy who loved her so true