I sang Dixie...as he died
The 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
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 LA street
Then he drew a dying breath and 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 of all his rebel pride
So I sang Dixie as he died
[ steel - fiddle ]
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 ...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..
I sang Dixie as he died
I sang Dixie as he died