Subject: Dixie sang by Dwight Yoakam
Date:5/5/99
From: J. Jezard (mjezard@albemarlenet.com)
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 ainât near as rotten as they are
A
On this damned old LA 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
Donât 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 heâs safe back home in Dixie