| Gather round me people, got a song to sing
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| About that sweet magnolia thyme
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| The black eyed Susan made some catfish stew
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| And papa brought some homemade wine
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| Now, all the southern children like to rock 'n' roll
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| The TV mamas tell you why
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| They got it on the boat from Africa
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| It’s that Dixie lullaby
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| And blind Willie Time, he had a dime shoe shine
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| Stand down on Beale Street
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| And Willie would stop and say «Hello»
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| To all the shoes he’d meet
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| «Why are you so happy?"said the clean white buck
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| «You got no reason to be happy Mr. Time»
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| But Willie just smiled and he dropped his rag
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| And sang a Dixie lullaby
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| Now you heard the story of my southern home
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| With a honeysuckle wine
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| Anytime you think that you might come yourself
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| You ought to keep this thought in mind
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| All you easy riders better watch your step
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| If you’re walkin' down below the line
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| That Louisiana man is gonna get you, yet
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| With his Dixie lullaby
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| He’s got a Dixie lullaby
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| Ohh, it’s a Dixie lullaby, bye |