I was born in Dixieland Unreconsrtucted till the end In Carolina I was raised by my granddaddy and my daddy’s ways
They both taught me right from wrong How to fight and how to get along But my own life is almost gone - in southern ground I belong
My final hour is drawing near So friend come sit by me right here Let’s laugh and talk about our lives and the good old days before I die
Please give your word this vow you’ll keep, When I return to earth to sleep Let me dream forever under southern land With a Dixie flag tied in my hand
Friend when my time is come, Before they lay me down to rest Friend in my time of darkness, Please grant me just this one last request Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand I don’t care if I’m in a box or not when they lay me down Just bury me in Southern ground
One last look at the countryside before I close my weary eyes Southern air for my last breath Oh come my sweet angel of death
Sing Dixie while they bury me, so I’ll hear it for eternity I can feel the reaper’s touch Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Friend when my time is come, Before they lay me down to rest Friend in my time of darkness, Please grant me just this one last request Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand I don’t care if I’m in a box or not when they lay me down Just bury me in southern ground
(Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton)
Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand I don’t care if I’m in a box or not when they lay me down Just bury me in southern groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
