Dixie land, take me away To the old farmhouse and the fields of hay Where the corner store's ran by the gray haired man That fights chickens on the side in the barn on his land Dixie land, take me away Dixie land, take me away
Yes, sir, buddy I ride for my Dixie Ain't ever know another way but my Dixie (Yup) Rebel flag raised so high in the sky You ever look down a summer star in the sky (Yes sir) Ever looked in the eyes of a gray haired man In a corner store with a bunch of scars on his hand Keep pain in his eyes and pride in his eyes And he'll probably die in the Dixie land Take me away, my soul full of clay Like an old dirt road back in the day Tryna take our rights, tryna throw them away Gotta stand for my Dixie, real home of the brave
Dixie land, take me away To the old farmhouse and the fields of hay Where the corner store's ran by the gray haired man That fights chickens on the side in the barn on his land Dixie land, take me away Dixie land, take me away
Yeah baby, red white and blue collar Till my skin makes the grass green Biting bullets by the dump truck load 'Cause the government been doing sketchy shit I ain't Hollywood, never could be These roots run deep in that southern soil Don't bother me, I won't bother you Don't make a redneck's blood boil Aaron Lewis made me wanna roll a joint John Wayne made me get a Dirty harry Pump some dust baby, trust no body Not even half my own fucking family People talking bullshit but they won't even grab the horse Fuck with someone else 'cause dog I ain't the one I take this shit for real, I'll drag it to my grave And in my afterlife I'll drift around this place
Dixie land, take me away To the old farmhouse and the fields of hay Where the corner store's ran by the gray haired man That fights chickens on the side in the barn on his land Dixie land, take me away Dixie land, take me awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
