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I Wanna go Back to Dixie

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I Wanna go Back to Dixie

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  I wanna go back to Dixie,  I wanna go back to Dixie,
  Take me back to dear ol' Dixie,  Take me back to dear ol' Dixie,
  That's the only li'l ol' place for li'l ol' me.  That's the only li'l ol' place for li'l ol' me.
  Ol' times there are not forgotten,  Ol' times there are not forgotten,
  Whuppin' slaves and pickin' cotton,  Whuppin' slaves and pickin' cotton,
  And waitin' for the Robert E. Lee.  And waitin' for the Robert E. Lee.
  (It was never there on time.)  (It was never there on time.)
  I'll go back to the Swanee,  I'll go back to the Swanee,
  Where pellagra makes you scrawny,  Where pellagra makes you scrawny,
  And the Honeysuckle clutters up the vine  And the Honeysuckle clutters up the vine
  I really am a-fixin'  I really am a-fixin'
  To go home and start a-mixin'  To go home and start a-mixin'
  Down below that Mason-Dixon line.  Down below that Mason-Dixon line.
      
  Oh, poll tax, how I love ya, how I love ya,  Oh, poll tax, how I love ya, how I love ya,
  My dear old poll tax.  My dear old poll tax.
      
  Won'tcha come with me to Alabammy,  Won'tcha come with me to Alabammy,
  Back to the arms of my dear ol' Mammy,  Back to the arms of my dear ol' Mammy,
  Her cookin's lousy and her hands are clammy,  Her cookin's lousy and her hands are clammy,
  But what the hell, it's home.  But what the hell, it's home.
  Yes, for paradise the Southland is my nominee.  Yes, for paradise the Southland is my nominee.
  Jes' give me a ham hock and a grit of hominy.  Jes' give me a ham hock and a grit of hominy.
      
  I wanna go back to Dixie  I wanna go back to Dixie
  I wanna be a dixie pixie  I wanna be a dixie pixie
  And eat cornpone 'til it's comin' outta my ears  And eat cornpone 'til it's comin' outta my ears
  I wanna talk with Southern gentlemen  I wanna talk with Southern gentlemen
  And put my white sheet on again,  And put my white sheet on again,
  I ain't seen one good lynchin' in years.  I ain't seen one good lynchin' in years.
  The land of the boll weevil,  The land of the boll weevil,
  Where the laws are medieval,  Where the laws are medieval,
1  Is callin' me to come and nevermore roam.   Is callin' me to come and evermore roam. 1
  I wanna go back to the Southland,  I wanna go back to the Southland,
  That "y'all" and  That "y'all" and
  "shet-ma-mouth" land,  "shet-ma-mouth" land,
  Be it ever so decadent,  Be it ever so decadent,
  There's no place like home.  There's no place like home.
      


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