D
I sang Dixie as he died
D7
The people just walked on by as I cried
G D
The bottle had robbed him of his rebel pride
A D
So I sang Dixie as he died
He said way down yonder in the land of cotton
G D
Old times there ain?t near as rotten as they are
A
On this damned old A street
D
Then he drew his dying breath
G
And laid his head against my chest
D A D
Please Lord take his soul back home to Dixie
D
He said listen to me son while you still can
G
Run back home to that southern land
D A
Don?t you see what life here has done to me?
D
then he closed those big blue eyes
G
And fell limp against my side
D A D
No more pain now he?s safe back home in Dixie
