Lyrics:
First verse
Ev'ry winter you will notice that the birdies in the sky, To the south will always fly, Now perhaps you're wondering why, It's a land of sunshine, and the only place a real wise bird should be, There's a lot of good things waiting there, For you and me.
Chorus
Just to make our clothes the cotton grows, In dear old Alabam', Each hungry mouth looks to the south, For sweet Virginia Ham, From Tennesee comes melody That's played by ev'ry band, And if you're talking of chicken, Oh, Maryland! Louisiana sugar is sweeter than the rose, Just thank old Carolina, That's where Bull Durham grows, If you're dreaming of a girl to love, That's the place to win her hand, Take my advice, Anything is nice, If it comes from Dixieland. Just to make our clothes the cotton grows, In dear old Alabam', Each hungry mouth looks to the south, For sweet Virginia Ham, From Tennesee comes melody That's played by ev'ry band, And if you're talking of chicken, Oh, Maryland! Louisiana sugar is sweeter than the rose, Just thank old Carolina, That’s where Bull Durham grows, If you’re dreaming of a girl to love, That’s the place to win her hand, Take my advice, Anything is nice, If it comes from Dixieland.
Second verse
Dixie, Dixie is a garden far away from snow and ice. It’s a perfect paradise, And the home of ev’rything nice, Ev’rybody loves it, ‘Cause they know about it’s many diff’rent charms, Like a mother she will welcome you With open arms.
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