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.
Old 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 ol' 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 want to go back to Dixie
I want to be a Dixie pixie
And eat corn pone till it's comin' outta my ears
I want to talk with Southern gentlemen
And put that white sheet on again
I ain't seen one good lynchin' in years
The land ofthe boll weevil
Where the laws are medieval
Is callin' me to come and nevermore roam.
I want to go back to the Southland
That "y'all" and "shet-ma-mouth" land
Be it ever so decadent,
There's no place like home
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:05.285]I wanna go back to Dixie
[00:07.329]Take me back to dear ol' Dixie
[00:09.547]That's the only li'l ol' place for li'l ol' me.
[00:13.710]Old times there are not forgotten
[00:15.782]Whuppin' slaves and sellin' cotton
[00:18.334]And waitin' for the Robert E. Lee
[00:20.983](It was never there on time)
[00:23.556]I'll go back to the Swanee
[00:25.235]Where pellagra makes you scrawny
[00:27.267]And the honeysuckle clutters up the vine.
[00:31.825]I really am a-fixin'
[00:33.456]To go home and start a-mixin'
[00:35.601]Down below that Mason-Dixon line.
[00:38.997]Oh, poll tax,
[00:42.445]How I love ya, how I love ya, my dear ol' poll tax
[00:48.525]Won'tcha come with me to Alabammy
[00:50.119]Back to the arms of my dear ol' Mammy
[00:51.817]Her cookin's lousy and her hands are clammy, But what the hell, it's home
[00:56.646]Yes, for paradise the Southland is my nominee.
[01:01.843]Jes' give me a ham hock and a grit of hominy
[01:08.613]I want to go back to Dixie
[01:10.306]I want to be a Dixie pixie
[01:12.434]And eat corn pone till it's comin' outta my ears
[01:16.395]I want to talk with Southern gentlemen
[01:18.712]And put that white sheet on again
[01:21.427]I ain't seen one good lynchin' in years
[01:25.520]The land ofthe boll weevil
[01:27.402]Where the laws are medieval
[01:30.296]Is callin' me to come and nevermore roam.
[01:33.843]I want to go back to the Southland
[01:36.233]That "y'all" and "shet-ma-mouth" land
[01:40.987]Be it ever so decadent,
[01:44.787]There's no place like home
📝 纯歌词版本
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.
Old 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 ol' 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 want to go back to Dixie
I want to be a Dixie pixie
And eat corn pone till it's comin' outta my ears
I want to talk with Southern gentlemen
And put that white sheet on again
I ain't seen one good lynchin' in years
The land ofthe boll weevil
Where the laws are medieval
Is callin' me to come and nevermore roam.
I want to go back to the Southland
That "y'all" and "shet-ma-mouth" land
Be it ever so decadent,
There's no place like home
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:05.285]I wanna go back to Dixie
[00:07.329]Take me back to dear ol' Dixie
[00:09.547]That's the only li'l ol' place for li'l ol' me.
[00:13.710]Old times there are not forgotten
[00:15.782]Whuppin' slaves and sellin' cotton
[00:18.334]And waitin' for the Robert E. Lee
[00:20.983](It was never there on time)
[00:23.556]I'll go back to the Swanee
[00:25.235]Where pellagra makes you scrawny
[00:27.267]And the honeysuckle clutters up the vine.
[00:31.825]I really am a-fixin'
[00:33.456]To go home and start a-mixin'
[00:35.601]Down below that Mason-Dixon line.
[00:38.997]Oh, poll tax,
[00:42.445]How I love ya, how I love ya, my dear ol' poll tax
[00:48.525]Won'tcha come with me to Alabammy
[00:50.119]Back to the arms of my dear ol' Mammy
[00:51.817]Her cookin's lousy and her hands are clammy, But what the hell, it's home
[00:56.646]Yes, for paradise the Southland is my nominee.
[01:01.843]Jes' give me a ham hock and a grit of hominy
[01:08.613]I want to go back to Dixie
[01:10.306]I want to be a Dixie pixie
[01:12.434]And eat corn pone till it's comin' outta my ears
[01:16.395]I want to talk with Southern gentlemen
[01:18.712]And put that white sheet on again
[01:21.427]I ain't seen one good lynchin' in years
[01:25.520]The land ofthe boll weevil
[01:27.402]Where the laws are medieval
[01:30.296]Is callin' me to come and nevermore roam.
[01:33.843]I want to go back to the Southland
[01:36.233]That "y'all" and "shet-ma-mouth" land
[01:40.987]Be it ever so decadent,
[01:44.787]There's no place like home
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