Dwight Yoakam - Dixie

^DI sang Dixie as he died The people just walked on by as I cried ^{D7 G}The bottle had robbed him of his rebel pride ^D So I sang Dixie as he d^Aied ^D

^GOld times there ain?t near as rotten as they are ^D On this damned old LA street ^{A D}Then he drew his dying breath ^GAnd laid his head against my chest Please Lord ta^Dke his soul back home^A to Dixie ^D

^DHe said listen to me son while you still can ^GRun back home to that southern land Don?t you see what^D life here has done to me? ^A

^Dthen he closed those big blue eyes ^GAnd fell limp against my side No more pain now ^Dhe?s safe back home in^A Dixie ^D