D I sang Dixie as he died D7 The people just walked on by as I cried G D The bottle had robbed him of his rebel pride A D So I sang Dixie as he died He said way down yonder in the land of cotton G D Old times there ain't near as rotten as they are A On this damned old LA street D Then he drew his dying breath G And laid his head against my chest D A D Please Lord take his soul back home to Dixie D He said listen to me son while you still can G Run back home to that southern land D A Don't you see what life here has done to me? D then he closed those big blue eyes G And fell limp against my side D A D No more pain now he?s safe back home in Dixie