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