| mama did the neighbors washing
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| papa did anything that papa could
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| by brothers worked at the sawmill
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| and i spent my time just tryin' to look good
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| laura lee night was the name i got
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| i know it was meant to be my natural name
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| but now folks all call me dixie
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| 'cause dixie night was the night girl i became
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| now tupelo knows a dixie night is warm
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| and tupelo know about sweet dixie’s arms
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| that feels so right
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| yes, everybody loves a dixie night
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| tupelo streets were dirty
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| and to get where i got, i walked on every one (streets that is)
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| tupelo was good for mama
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| but that kind of life just made me want to run
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| so i set my sights on the city
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| knowin' i’d move up to bigger, better things
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| 'cause dixie ngiht in new york city was
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| something i had seen in all my dreams
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| now new york knows a dixie night is warm
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| but dixie night is trapped in new york’s arms
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| and every night i cry wishin', lore, that i was home in dixie
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| this dixie girl was blind to look for things she knew
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| she coudln’t find, but no one cries for dixie night
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