Oh I wish I were in the land of cotton
Which rarely do I wish
For I am planted deeply here
In Christ, kin and kith.
Old times there are not forgotten
This we do all attest
Our graves, statues, and our songs
Flags and gloried myth.
Those that have left us, look away
And yearn to be back home
Where Magnolia flowers scent the night
And coon dogs meant to roam
Yes, I was born in Dixie’s land
Early on a frosty morning
And if I ever stray from her
My heart would turn to mourning
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray, Hooray!
I shall take my stand again
As my fathers call me too
For Home is Dixie’s Land!
-By Dixie Anon
O I’m a good old rebel, now that’s just what I am. For this “fair land of freedom” I do not care at all. I’m glad I fit against it, I only wish we’d won, And I don’t want no pardon for anything I done.
