Don't you see what life here has done to me?"
Please Lord, take his soul back home to Dixie
He said, "Listen to me, son, while you still can
I sang 'Dixie' as he died
People just walked on by, as I cried
He said, "Way down yonder in the land of cotton
People just walked on by, as I cried
The bottle had robbed him, all his rebel pride
Then he drew a dying breath
Laid his head against my chest
And fell limp against my side
On this damned old L.A. street"
Run back home to that Southern land
So I sang 'Dixie' as he died
Old times there ain't near as rotten as they are
The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride
No more pain, and now he's safe back home in Dixie
So I sang 'Dixie' as he died
I sang 'Dixie' as he died
Then he closed those old blue eyes
So I sang 'Dixie' as he died
The bottle had robbed him, all his rebel pride
