I sang Dixie, as he died
But 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 ain't near as rotten
As they are on this damned old L.A. street
Then he drew a dying breath
And laid his head against my chest
Please, Lord, take his soul back home to Dixie
And I sang Dixie as he died
But 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, and now he's safe back home in Dixie
And I sang Dixie as he died
But 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