Dwight Yoakam - I sang dixie

^DI sang Dixie as he died ^DThe people just walked on by as I cried ^D7 The bottle had ro^Gbbed him of all his rebel ^Dpride So I sang ^DDix^A7ie as he ^Ddied

^DHe said way down yonder in the land of cotton ^GOld times there ain't near as rotten as they^D are ^DOn these damned ole L.A st^A7reets ^DHe drew his dying breath Laid his ^Ghead against my chest Oh please ^Dlord take his ^A7soul back ^Dhome to Dixie

^DI sang Dixie as he died ^DThe people just walked on by as I cried ^D7 The bottle had ro^Gbbed him of all his rebel pr^Dide So I sang ^DDix^A7ie as he ^Ddied

^DHe said listen to me son while you still can ^GRun back home to that Southern land Don't you ^Dsee what life here has done to ^A7me ^DThen he closed those old blue eyes Fell ^Glimp against my side, no more ^Dpain Now his s^A7oul's back home in ^DDixie

^DI sang Dixie as he died ^Dthe people just walked on by as I cried ^D7 The bottle had r^Gobbed him of all his rebel p^Dride So I sang ^DDix^A7ie as he ^Ddied