Lyrics Dixie Flyer - Randy Newman

Dixie Flyer

I was born right here
November '43
Dad was a captain in the army
Fighting the Germans in Sicily
My poor little mama
Didn’t know a soul in L. A
So we went down to the Union Station
Made our getaway
Got on the Dixie Flyer
Bound for New Orleans
Across the state of Texas
To the land of dreams
On the Dixie Flyer
Bound for New Orleans
Back to her friends and her family
In the land of dreams
Her own mother came
To meet us at the station
Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine
She cried when her little girl got off the train
Her brothers and her sisters came down from Jackson, Mississippi
In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew
Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the backseat
Tryin' to do like the Gentiles do
Christ, they wanted to be Gentiles, too
Who wouldn’t down there, wouldn’t you?
An American Christian
Goddamn
On the Dixie Flyer
Bound for New Orleans
Back to her friends and her family
In the land of dreams
On the Dixie Flyer
Bound for New Orleans
Across the state of Texas
To the land of dreams
Across the state of Texas
To the land of dreams