i sang dixie

i sang dixie

as he died

but people just walked on by

as i cried

the bottle had robbed him

of all his rebel pride

so i sang dixie

as he died

he said way down yonder in the land of cotton

old times there ain't near as rotten

as they are on this damned old l.a. street

then he drew a dying breath

and laid his head against my chest

please lord

take his soul back home to dixie

and i sang dixie

as he died

but people just walked on by

as i cried

the bottle had robbed him

of all his rebel pride

so i sang dixie

as he died

he said listen to me son while you still can

run back home to that southern land

don't you see

what life here has done to me

then he closed those old blue eyes

and fell limp

against my side

no more pain

and now he's safe back home in dixie

and i sang dixie

as he died

but people just walked on by

as i cried

the bottle had robbed him

of all his rebel pride

so i sang dixie as he died

i sang dixie as he

died