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I wanna go back to Dixie

Take me back to dear ol' Dixie

That’s the only li’l ol' place for li’l ol' me

Ol' times there are not forgotten

Whuppin' slaves and sellin' cotton

And waitin' for the Robert E. Lee

(It was never there on time)

I’ll go back to the Swanee

Where pellagra makes you scrawny

And the Honeysuckle clutters up the vine

I really am a-fixin'

To go home and start a-mixin'

Down below that Mason-Dixon line

Oh, poll tax, how I love ya, how I love ya

My dear old poll tax

Won’tcha come with me to Alabammy

Back to the arms of my dear ol' Mammy

Her cookin’s lousy and her hands are clammy

But what the hell, it’s home

Yes, for paradise the Southland is my nominee

Jes' give me a ham hock and a grit of hominy

I wanna go back to Dixie

I wanna be a dixie pixie

And eat cornpone 'til it’s comin' outta my ears

I wanna talk with Southern gentlemen

And put my white sheet on again

I ain’t seen one good lynchin' in years

The land of the boll weevil

Where the laws are medieval

Is callin' me to come and nevermore roam

I wanna go back to the Southland

That «y'all» and «shet-ma-mouth» land

Be it ever so decadent

There’s no place like home

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