| Folks out there, they’ll judge a man on the color of his skin
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| There’s still a fight over wrong and right that no one ever wins
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| I know somewhere, there’s hate out there
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| But don’t hold that against me
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| Ooh, 'cause that ain’t my Dixie
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| It’s who I am
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| Mr. give a damn
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| For the ones that came before me
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| The broken part of a southern heart is more than just Old Glory
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| It’s a state of mind that’s deep and wide and strong as the Mississippi
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| We sing Amazing Grace and curse the heat
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| Yah, that’s my Dixie
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| These days you just can’t blieve what you see on the news
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| 'Round here we ain’t just black and white
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| We’re all red, white, and blue
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| They’re turnin' these towns into battle grounds
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| And that don’t sit well with me
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| Ooh, 'cause that ain’t my Dixie
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| It’s who I am
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| Mr. give a damn
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| For the ones that came before me
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| The broken part of a southern heart is more than just Old Glory
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| It’s a state of mind that’s deep and wide and strong as the Mississippi
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| We sing Amazing Grace and curse the heat
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| Yeah, that’s my Dixie
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| It’s homemade pies and Georgia pines
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| Old bird dogs and Spanish moss
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| It’s mama’s tea that’s way too sweet
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| It’s come on in and have a seat
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| Yeah that’s my Dixie
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| It’s who I am
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| Mr. give a damn
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| For the ones that came before me
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| The broken part of a southern heart is more than just Old Glory
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| It’s a state of mind that’s deep and wide and strong as the Mississippi
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| We sing Amazing Grace and curse the heat
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| Yeah, that’s my Dixie
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| Yeah, that’s my Dixie |