Passed an old home off Hwy. 41 around since 1850, way before the Union come Built up on a hill, its got a view But there ain't no cotton there since Sherman's boys marched through They've come and us down we had it comin'
Jumped out of my pickup truck, there was in the wind Filled my with empty and sent a chill across my skin Heard the ghost of a black man "Blue" across the field He said "they my only daughter to keep that mansion on a hill" And I to burn it down Aww, but it wouldn't do no
I cried Dixie, go rest in peace got enough trouble here without you haunting me We buried that cross now we're looking So go on Dixie don't bother me, I'm to forget
Drove up to the courthouse that the county seat I walked underneath the poplar trees, casting shadows on Street I the old bronze marker I'd seen many times before And after all these I learned what those branches were for They used to 'em here, back in the days of ole Jim Crowe
A black man I knew from high came walkin' out in chains He to make me laugh, but now his eyes were filled with pain He got busted sellin' rock down on MLK So the county came and him up and took his kids away Oh, he used to alright to me Man, I wonder what went
I cried Goodbye Dixie, go rest in We've got enough here without you haunting me We buried that cross now I'm ahead So go on Dixie bother me, I'm tryin' to forget
Way down yonder in the land of cotton, oh how times changed But I wonder if the is marching on Its hard to be a man and learn your history Cause it all comes back and you close to home
I cried Goodbye Dixie, go rest in We've got trouble here without you haunting me We buried that cross now I'm to make a dime So go on Dixie don't me, So go on Dixie don't me, So go on Dixie don't me, Because I ain't got the