| Mt. Cheaha is my Everest
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| And the Coosa is my Nile
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| Alabama’s where I was born and raised
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| And I think I’ll stay awhile
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| Sing about sweet home
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| And Dixie Land Delight
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| We tell stories about what goes on in Montgomery at midnight
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| Cause music row ain’t only in Tennessee
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| So won’t you bury me in Dixie
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| Beneath these Alabama pines
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| Or take me to Tuscaloosa
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| Plant me under the fifty yard line
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| Put me in an old truck
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| A four door Chevrolet
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| Drive me down to Guntersville
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| And park me by the lake
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| Or take me to Toomer’s Corner
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| Put me under and oak tree
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| Give em toilet paper
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| Till they mummify me
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| I’ll rest in peace if they
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| Bury me in Dixie
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| Well lay me by my daddy
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| And my grandpa just the same
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| I want every headstone next to me
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| To read my last name
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| But take me back to Jacksonville
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| Drive me up mountain street
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| Lead me into old Paul Snow
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| And show me to my seat
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| When God decides it time for us to meet
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| Won’t you bury me in Dixie
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| Where hard work is a plow
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| I wish Robert E. Lee could come back
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| And take a bow
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| Take me to the Flora-Bama
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| And set me up at the mullet toss
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| And everybody drinks on me and I don’t care what it cost
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| Or take me to Talladega
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| Spread my ashes in turn three
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| Paint my casket black with a big ass number three
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| I’ll rest in peace
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| If they bury me in Dixie
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| Won’t God bless Alabama from sea to Tennesse
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| I’ll rest in peace
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| If they bury me in Dixie |