| Song | Crazy Over Dixie |
| Artist | Leon Redbone |
| Album | Whistling in the Wind |
| 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 |