| Goodbye, Northern man, I’m on my way
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| Today is my busy day
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| Grips all packed and I’m feeling gay
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| Here is all that I can say
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| Drop me down in Caroline, Caroline that would be fine
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| Any place below the Dixon Line
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| Alabama or Tennessee sure enough looks good to me
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| I know I’ll find some kinfolks there of mine
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| Been away too long up with the ice and snow
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| So now I crave to travel back where warm, warm breezes blow
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| But from now on when writing me, if not there, just forward please
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| To somewhere down below the Dixon Line
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| It ain’t no use my telling you
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| These many things I crave
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| If you come along with me
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| You’ll know just why I stay
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| Drop me down in Caroline, Caroline that would be fine
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| Any place below the Dixon Line
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| Alabama or Tennessee sure enough looks good to me
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| I know I’ll find some kinfolks there of mine
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| Been away too long up with that ice and snow
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| So now I’m travelin' back where the warm, warm breezes blow
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| So now on when writing me, if not there, just forward please
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| To somewhere down below that Dixon Line
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| Yes somewhere down below the Dixon Line |