Dixie

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I sang Dixie as he died 
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The people just walked on by as I cried 
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The bottle had robbed him of his rebel pride 
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So I sang Dixie as he died 


He said way down yonder in the land of cotton 
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Old times there ain't near as rotten as they are 
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On this damned old LA street 
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Then he drew his dying breath 
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And laid his head against my chest 
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Please Lord take his soul back home to Dixie 

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He said listen to me son while you still can 
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Run back home to that southern land 
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Don't you see what life here has done to me? 

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then he closed those big blue eyes 
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And fell limp against my side 
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No more pain now he?s safe back home in Dixie