I Sang Dixie

I sang 'Dixie' as he died

The people just walked on by as I cried

The bottle had robbed him, 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

Laid his head against my chest

Please Lord, take his soul back home to Dixie

I sang 'Dixie' as he died

People just walked on by, as I cried

The bottle had robbed him, 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

I sang 'Dixie' as he died

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