(D. Yoakam)



Chorus:

f you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow

If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago

If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins

If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again



She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible

And a rose pressed inside the Book of Luke

For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden

Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote



Chorus:

If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow

If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago

If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins

If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again



At a cold gray apartment in Chicago

A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin

He lies there drunk, but it don't matter drunk or sober

He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send



Chorus:

If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow

If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago

If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins

If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again

Then I'll be yours again