Dixie
Dwight Yoakam





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I sang Dixie as he died

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The people just walked on by as I cried

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The bottle had robbed him of his rebel pride

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So I sang Dixie as he died





He said way down yonder in the land of cotton

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Old times there ain?t near as rotten as they are

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On this damned old LA street

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Then he drew his dying breath

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And laid his head against my chest

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Please Lord take his soul back home to Dixie



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He said listen to me son while you still can

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Run back home to that southern land

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Don?t you see what life here has done to me?

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Then he closed those big blue eyes

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And fell limp against my side

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No more pain now he?s safe back home in Dixie