Dixie

Oh, I spent four years being cannon fodder
Then I met a farmer’s daughter
To the hay! To the hay!
To the hay! Dixie Lass.

This Dixie Lass…she was agreein’
Stars and Bars I soon was seein’
All the way! All the way!
All the way! Dixie Lass.

Oh, I wish I was in Dixie!
Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie’s hand I’d proudly stand
And be a slave for Dixie
Then stray, then stray,
Away down south on Dixie!

Oh, to the sea I soon was headin’
Said I’d come back for the weddin’
Wait for me! Wait for me!
Wait for me! Dixie Lass.

Sarge noticed that she was a looker
He sent her off to General Hooker
Gone away! Gone away!
Gone away! Dixie Lass.

Oh, I wish I was in Dixie!
I say! I say!
My new found rights I’d claim all night
Emancipatin’ Dixie
I’d stay, I’d stay,
And “rise again” for Dixie!

Well, Matt Brady fought his way through hell
Just to photograph my Anti-bell
Flash away! Flash away!
Flash away! Dixie Lass.

O, these pics are the best from the Civil War
That’s why Ken Burns hides them in his drawer
Stashed away! Stashed away!
Stashed away! Dixie Lass.

Oh, I wish I was in Dixie!
Today! Today!
By Dixie’s side in our double-wide
I’d watch NASCAR with Dixie
And play, and play,
And play around with Dixie!

And pray, and pray,
And pray to Bush with Dixie!

IB