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
I sang Dixie as he died
I said way down yonder
in the land of cotton
Old times there
ain't near as rotten
As they are
on this ****** old LA street
Then he drew a dying breath
And laid his head
against my chest
Please Lord take his soul
back home to 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 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
Now he's safe
Back home in 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
I sang Dixie as he died