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ORIGINAL DIXIE

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This is how they sung in the suckholin' south
with their favrit 'coon dogs lickin' their squids.


DIXIE



O, I'm livin' in the land that's rotten
Old times there are soon forgotten
Stay away! Stay away!
Away from Dixie Land.

In Dixie Land where I was born in
Dirty place they do some hornin'
Stay away! Stay away!
Away from Dixie Land.

Chorus:
O, I wish I weren't in Dixie!
Stay away! Stay away!
In Dixie Land It ain't too grand
To live and die in Dixie
Away, away,
Life's gone south in Dixie!

Old Missus marry Will, the weaver,
William was a gay deceiver
Stay away! Stay away!
Away from Dixie Land.

But when he put his arm around her
His horn got big as a forty pounder
Stay away! Stay away!
Away from Dixie Land.

Chorus:
O, I wish I weren't in Dixie!
Stay away! Stay away!
In Dixie Land It ain't too grand
To live and die in Dixie
Away, away,
Life's gone south in Dixie!

His prong was sharp as a butcher's cleaver
But that did not seem to grieve her
Stay away! Stay away!
Away from Dixie Land.
Old Missus acted the foolish part
Screwed by a man that broke her heart
Stay away! Stay away!
Away from Dixie Land.

Chorus:
O, I wish I weren't in Dixie!
Stay away! Stay away!
In Dixie Land It ain't too grand
To live and die in Dixie
Away, away,
Life's gone south in Dixie!
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