Way down in Dixie, oh do they miss me Down along the Dixie Line Banjos are strumming Horseflies are humming Ripe melons on the vine The gold and the grey weeds Sing look away Way down along the Dixie Line
I spent my childhood walking the wildwood Down along the Dixie Line Freight trains are squalling Eyeballs are bawling Four engines at a time I was so happy with Momma and Pappy Down along the Dixie Line
Can't you hear those drivers way? Can't you see those bright rails shine? Wanna catch that fireball man Leave that North Land far behind
A river of whiskey flows down in Dixie Down along the Dixie Line They pulled up the tracks now I can't go back now Can't hardly keep from cryin' Oh do they miss me way down in Dixie Down along the Dixie Line
Can't you hear those drivers way? Can't you see those bright rails shine? Wanna catch that fireball man Leave that North Land far behind
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