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"WVE YOU EVER BEEN TO DIXIE"
Have y^u ever been to Dixie, would you like to come along?
For I'm on my way to Dixie; that's the place where I was born.
You awaken in the morning by a mocking bird's refrain.
And at twilight you go strolling down a honeysuckle lane.
You can hear the willows sighing 'long the Mississippi shore;
You can hear the darkies singing, sitting in their cabin door.
Folks are always glad to see you no matter when you call;
And their favorite expression is "Come back again you'all."
I DREAM OF DIXIE
I dream of Dixie in the summer-time
With her fields of cotton and of corn-
The Mississippi flowing to the sea,
And a darky's happy song.
The honeysuckle's fragrance fills the air,
And the fish are jumpin' in the pond.
There's no place on earth fl^avex to my heart
Than Dixieland where I was born.
I can see o,Ld Ligie with his droopy eyes,
And his kinky head as white as snow;
And good old Rachel with her same kind smile
I remember long ago.
I soon awaken from my reverie,
Longing for the place where I belong,
And I ask God's blessing from heaven above,
On Dixieland where I was born.