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I sang 'Dixie' as he died |
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The people just walked on by as I cried |
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The bottle had robbed him, all his rebel pride |
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So I sang 'Dixie' as he died |
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He said, "Way down yonder in the land of cotton |
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Old times there ain't near as rotten as they are |
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On this damned old L.A. street" |
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Then he drew a dying breath |
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Laid his head against my chest |
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Please Lord, take his soul back home to Dixie |
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I sang 'Dixie' as he died |
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People just walked on by, as I cried |
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The bottle had robbed him, all his rebel pride |
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So I sang 'Dixie' as he died |
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He said, "Listen to me, son, while you still can |
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Run back home to that Southern land |
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Don't you see what life here has done to me?" |
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Then he closed those old blue eyes |
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And fell limp against my side |
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No more pain, and now he's safe back home in Dixie |
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I sang 'Dixie' as he died |
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People just walked on by, as I cried |
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The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride |
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So I sang 'Dixie' as he died |
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I sang 'Dixie' as he died |
