Hello there strangers and how do you do?
There’s something I’d like to say to you,
You seem surprised, I recognise,
I’m no detective but I just surmised,
You’re from the place that I’m longing to be,
Your smiling faces, they say to me,
You’re from my homeland, my sunny homeland,
Tell me can it be?
That you’re from Dixie, I said from Dixie?
Where the fields of cotton beckon to me,
I’m glad to see you, tell me how be you,
And the friends I’m longing to see,
If you’re from Alabam or Tennessee or Caroline,
Or any place below the Mason-Dixon line,
Are you from Dixie, I said from Dixie?
‘cos I’m from Dixie too.
It was way back in old '89,
That I first crossed the Mason-Dixon line,
Oh how I yearned, longed to return.
To all those good old friends I left behind,
My home was down in old Alabam',
On a plantation near Birmingham,
There’s one thing certain, I’m surely flirtin’
With those south bound trains.
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