Passed an old plantation off Hwy. 41 Been since 1850, way before the Union come Built up on a hill, its got a 500-acre But there ain't been no cotton there since Sherman's marched through They've and burned us down Guess we had it
Jumped out of my pickup truck, there was something in the Filled my soul with empty and a chill across my skin Heard the ghost of a black man hollerin' "Blue" the field He said "they sold my only to keep that mansion on a hill" And I to burn it down Aww, but it do no good
I cried Goodbye Dixie, go rest in got enough trouble here without you haunting me We that cross now we're looking ahead So go on Dixie don't me, I'm tryin' to forget
Drove up to the that holds the county seat I walked underneath the poplar trees, casting shadows on Main I read the old marker I'd seen many times before And after all these I learned what those branches were for They used to hang 'em here, back in the days of ole Jim
A black man I knew high school came walkin' out in chains He used to make me laugh, but now his were filled with pain He got busted sellin' rock there on MLK So the county came and him up and took his kids away Oh, he used to seem to me Man, I wonder went wrong
I Goodbye Dixie, go rest in peace We've got enough trouble without you haunting me We buried that cross now I'm looking So go on don't bother me, I'm tryin' to forget
Way down yonder in the land of cotton, oh how times have But I if the truth is marching on Its to be a Southern man and learn your history Cause it all comes back and hits you to home
I cried Goodbye Dixie, go in peace We've got enough trouble here without you me We buried that now I'm trying to make a dime So go on Dixie don't me, So go on Dixie don't me, So go on Dixie bother me, I ain't got the time