Song | Crazy Over Dixie |
Artist | Leon Redbone |
Album | Whistling in the Wind |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The city south is very proud | |
Of all its pretty girls | |
There's one who takes the prize | |
She's a little angel in disguise | |
Her name is like the land sheloves | |
Its d-i-x-i-e | |
And the land she loves loves Dixie | |
From the gulf down to the sea | |
Everybody's crazy over Dixie | |
All her charms remind you of the south | |
Cheeks like Georgia peaches rare | |
Golden sunbeams match her hair | |
And her smile is bound to win you | |
She's the pride of all Virginia | |
Blue eyes like the blue birds of Kentucky | |
Lips as sweet as sugar cane down there—where | |
Every boy throughout the land | |
Has tried to win her heart and hand | |
They're crazy over Dixie in dear old Dixieland | |
The telephones all though the south | |
Are busy night and day | |
All the universe has tried | |
To converse with dear old Dixie's pride | |
Some hell train bound for Dixieland | |
Has letters by the score | |
And they're all addressed to Dixie | |
She's the one they all adore | |
Everybody's crazy over Dixie | |
All her charms remind you of the south | |
Cheeks like Georgia peaches rare | |
Golden sunbeams match her hair | |
And her smile is bound to win you | |
She's the pride of all Virginia | |
Blue eyes like the blue birds of Kentucky | |
Lips as sweet as sugar cane down there—where | |
Every boy throughout the land | |
Has tried to win her heart and hand | |
They're crazy over Dixie in dear old Dixieland |
The city south is very proud | |
Of all its pretty girls | |
There' s one who takes the prize | |
She' s a little angel in disguise | |
Her name is like the land sheloves | |
Its dixie | |
And the land she loves loves Dixie | |
From the gulf down to the sea | |
Everybody' s crazy over Dixie | |
All her charms remind you of the south | |
Cheeks like Georgia peaches rare | |
Golden sunbeams match her hair | |
And her smile is bound to win you | |
She' s the pride of all Virginia | |
Blue eyes like the blue birds of Kentucky | |
Lips as sweet as sugar cane down there" where | |
Every boy throughout the land | |
Has tried to win her heart and hand | |
They' re crazy over Dixie in dear old Dixieland | |
The telephones all though the south | |
Are busy night and day | |
All the universe has tried | |
To converse with dear old Dixie' s pride | |
Some hell train bound for Dixieland | |
Has letters by the score | |
And they' re all addressed to Dixie | |
She' s the one they all adore | |
Everybody' s crazy over Dixie | |
All her charms remind you of the south | |
Cheeks like Georgia peaches rare | |
Golden sunbeams match her hair | |
And her smile is bound to win you | |
She' s the pride of all Virginia | |
Blue eyes like the blue birds of Kentucky | |
Lips as sweet as sugar cane down there" where | |
Every boy throughout the land | |
Has tried to win her heart and hand | |
They' re crazy over Dixie in dear old Dixieland |
The city south is very proud | |
Of all its pretty girls | |
There' s one who takes the prize | |
She' s a little angel in disguise | |
Her name is like the land sheloves | |
Its dixie | |
And the land she loves loves Dixie | |
From the gulf down to the sea | |
Everybody' s crazy over Dixie | |
All her charms remind you of the south | |
Cheeks like Georgia peaches rare | |
Golden sunbeams match her hair | |
And her smile is bound to win you | |
She' s the pride of all Virginia | |
Blue eyes like the blue birds of Kentucky | |
Lips as sweet as sugar cane down there" where | |
Every boy throughout the land | |
Has tried to win her heart and hand | |
They' re crazy over Dixie in dear old Dixieland | |
The telephones all though the south | |
Are busy night and day | |
All the universe has tried | |
To converse with dear old Dixie' s pride | |
Some hell train bound for Dixieland | |
Has letters by the score | |
And they' re all addressed to Dixie | |
She' s the one they all adore | |
Everybody' s crazy over Dixie | |
All her charms remind you of the south | |
Cheeks like Georgia peaches rare | |
Golden sunbeams match her hair | |
And her smile is bound to win you | |
She' s the pride of all Virginia | |
Blue eyes like the blue birds of Kentucky | |
Lips as sweet as sugar cane down there" where | |
Every boy throughout the land | |
Has tried to win her heart and hand | |
They' re crazy over Dixie in dear old Dixieland |