Randy Newman - Dixie flyer

I was ^Fborn right here,^{Fsus4 F Am}November '43 ^BbMy dad was a captain in the army fig^Fhting^Dm the germans i^Cn Sicily. ^{Bb F}My poor little momm^Fsus4a ^F didn't know a ^Amsoul in L.A. ^BbSo we went down to the union station and ^Cmade our geta^Fway.

^FGot on the dixie flyer bound for ^AmNew Orleans ^{Am7 Am Bb}Across the state of Texas to the ^Cland of ^Fdreams. On the dixie flyer bound for New ^AmOrleans ^{Am7 Am Bb}Back to her friends and her family in the l^Cand of d^Freams.

^DmHer own mother ^Amcame to ^Bbmeet us at the station, ^DmHer dress as ^Amblack as a ^Bbcrow in a coal mine ^GmShe cried when her little girl got ^Dmoff the ^D#train.

^DmHer brothers and her ^Amsisters drove ^Bbdown from Jackson, Mississippi In a ^Dmgreat green hudson ^Amdriven by a ^Bbgentile they knew. ^GmDrinkin' rye whiskey from a ^Dmflask in the ^D#back seat Tryin' to ^Fdo like the ^Cgentiles ^Bbdo Christ, they ^Fwanted to be ^Cgentiles, ^Bbtoo. Who ^Fwouldn't down there, ^Cwouldn't ^Bbyou? An ^Famerican ^Cchristian, ^Bbgod damn!