| Dixie was the pride of Alabama
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| I met her on a lonesome midnight train
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| Rollin' slowly out of Union Station
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| She was staring out the window at the rain
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| Well Dixie was from sunny Alabama
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| Those old steel rails would roll to Birmingham
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| Mobile, her final destination
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| I looked down at the ticket in her hand
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| Southbound train it ain’t you I know that done her wrong
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| Say again that you seen it coming all along
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| All that she knew those sweet memories it’s true
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| Dixie darling caught her southbound train
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| Dixie asked if I’d been to Alabama
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| Her voice was thick like some old southern night
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| And maybe for the sake of conversation
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| I said back in '88 or '89 (2)
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| She said her daddy’s fields were full of cotton
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| By the river that she swam in as a child
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| Lord she loved those sweet magnolia blossoms
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| And that good ol' Honeysuckle growing wild
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| Dixie told me how she got to Denver
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| A southern gal who coudn’t stand the cold
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| She fell in love and left Mobile forsaken
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| Mistaken for a dusty pot of gold
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| Dixie let the pieces fall together
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| And painted up this picture in my mind
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| Mobile, Alabama was a-callin' her back
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| And the Pride of Alabama was on time |