| Dixie
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| moonlight, Swanee shore
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| Headed homebound just once more
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| To my Mississippi delta home
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| Southland has that grand garden spot
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| Although you believe or not
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| I hear those breeze a-whispering:
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| «Come on back to me»
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| Muddy water 'round my feet
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| Muddy water in the street
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| Just God don’t shelter
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| Down on the delta
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| Muddy water in my shoes
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| Reeling and rocking to them lowdown blues
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| They live in ease and comfort down there
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| I do declare
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| Been away a year today
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| To wander and roam
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| I don’t care it’s muddy there
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| But see it is my home
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| Got my toes turned Dixie way
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| 'Round the delta let me lay
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| My heart cries out for muddy water |