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I was born right here, |
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November '43 |
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My dad was a captain in the army |
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Fighting the |
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Germans in |
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Sicily.My poor little momma |
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Didn't know a soul in |
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L.A.So we went down to the |
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Union Station and made our getaway. |
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Got on the |
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Dixie Flyer bound for |
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New Orleans |
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Across the state of |
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Texas to the land of dreams. |
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On the Dixie |
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Flyer bound for |
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New Orleans |
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Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams. |
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Her own mother came to meet us at the station, |
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Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine |
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She cried when her little girl got off the train. |
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Her brothers and her sisters drove down from |
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Jackson, Mississippi |
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In a great green |
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Hudson driven by a |
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Gentile they knew. |
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Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat |
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Tryin' to do like the |
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Gentiles do |
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Christ, they wanted to be |
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Gentiles, too. |
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Who wouldn't down there, wouldn't you? |
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An American |
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Christian, |
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God damn!On the |
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Dixie Flyer bound for |
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New Orleans |
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Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams |
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On the Dixie |
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Flyer bound for |
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New Orleans |
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Across the state of |
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Texas to the land of dreams |
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Across the state of |
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Texas to the land of dreams. |
