(Dwight Yoakam)



Chorus:

I sang Dixie as he died

The people just walked on by as I cried

The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride

So I sang Dixie as he died



He said way down yonder in the land of cotton

Old times there aren't near as rotten as they are

On this damned old L.A. street

Then he drew a dying breathe

And laid his head against my chest

Please Lord, take his soul back home to Dixie



Chorus:

I sang Dixie as he died

The people just walked on by as I cried

The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride

So I sang Dixie as he died



He said listen to me son while you still can

Run back home to that Southern land

Don't you see what life here has done to me?

Then he closed those old blue eyes

And fell limp against my side

No more pain, now he's safe back home in Dixie



Chorus:

I sang Dixie as he died

The people just walked on by as I cried

The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride

So I sang Dixie as he died

I sang Dixie as he died