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Dwight Yoakam

I Sang Dixie

 

I Sang Dixie

(album: Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room - 1988)


I sang Dixie, as he died
But people just walked on by, as I cried
The bottle had robbed him, of all his rebel pride
So I sang Dixie, as he died

He said way down yonder in the land of cotton, old times there ain't near as rotten
As they are on this damned old L.A. street
Then he drew a dying breath, and laid his head against my chest
Please Lord, take his soul back home to Dixie

And I sang Dixie, as he died
But people just walked on by, as I cried
The bottle had robbed him, of all his rebel pride
So I sang Dixie, as he died

He said listen to me son while you still can, run back home to that Southern land
Don't you see, what life here has done to me
Then he closed those old blue eyes, and fell limp, against my side
No more pain, and now he's safe back home in Dixie

And I sang Dixie, as he died
But people just walked on by, as I cried
The bottle had robbed him, of all his rebel pride
So I sang Dixie as he died

I sang Dixie as he, died

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