You coax the blues
Right out of the horn Mame
You charm the husk
Right off of the corn Mame
You ve got the banjos strummin
And plunkin out a tune
To beat the band
The whole plantation s hummin
Since you brought Dixie
Back to Dixieland
You make the cotton
Easy to pick Mame
You give my old Mint Julip
A kick Mame
Whoever thought a Yankee would
Put our little Dixie
Belles to shame
You ve made us feel alive again
You ve given us the drive again
To make the South
Revive again Mame
You ve brought the cake-walk
Back into style Mame
You make the weepin
Willow tree smile Mame
Your skin is Dixie satin
There s rebel in your manner
And your speech
You may be from Manhattan
But Georgia never had
A sweeter peach
You make the old
Magnolia trees bud Mame
You make camellias bloom
In the mud Mame
You make the bougainvillea turn
Purple at the mention
Of your name
We re baking pecan pies again
Tonight the chicken fries again
This time the South
Will rise again Mame
You shut my mouth
And freeze my face
You ve brought some elegance
To the place
There s sow belly hominy
Catfish and trite
Mame
You ll shut my mouth
And dam my eyes
You made the present
Tobacco rise
The old watermelon
Is suddenly ripe
Mame
And down in the levy
The beautiful bevy
Of crinoline ladies has flocked
The weight of the squealin
They give me the feelin
The Robert E Lee
Must have docked
The strummin and ringin
The hummin and singin
Is startin to get out of hand
Since you ve brought Dixie back
To Dixieland
You make our black-eyed peas
And our grits Mame
Seem like the Bill of Fare
At the Ritz Mame
You came you saw you conquered
And absolutely nothing
Is the same
Your special fascination ll
Prove to be inspirational
We think you re
Just sensational Mame
Since you ve brought Dixie back
To Dixieland
You coax the blues
Right out of the horn Mame
You charm the husk
Right off of the corn Mame
You ve got the banjos strummin
And plunkin out a tune
To beat the band
The whole plantation s hummin
Since you brought Dixie
Back to Dixieland
You make the cotton
Easy to pick Mame
You give my old
Mint julep a kick Mame
Whoever thought a Yankee would
Put our little Dixie
Belles to shame
You ve made us feel alive again
You ve given us the drive again
To make the South
Revive again Mame
Mame
Mame
Mame
Mame