verse 1 I was born in Dixie land, un-reconstructed till the end In Carolina, I was raised by my granddaddy in my daddy's ways They both thought me right from wrong, how to fight and how to get along But my own life now is almost gone in southern ground I belong My final hour is drawin' near so friend come sit by me right here Let's laugh and talk about our lives and the good ol days before I die Please give your word this vow you keep when I return to earth to sleep Let me dream forever under southern land with a Dixie flag tied in my hand When, when my time has come, be-fore they lay me down to rest Friends, in my time of darkness, please grant me just this one last re-quest Dixie land is where I wanna make my final stand I don't care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me down Just bury me in southern ground Instrumental verse 2 One last look at the country side before I close my weary eyes Southern air for my last breath here comes my sweet angel of death Sing Dixie while they lower me so I hear it for eternity I can feel the reapers touch ashes to ashes dust to dust When, when my time has come, be-fore they lay me down to rest Friends, in my time of darkness, please grant me just this one last re-quest Dixie land is where I wanna make my final stand I don't care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me down Just bury me in southern ground Instrumental Dixie land is where I wanna make my final stand I don't care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me down Just bury me in southern ground
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