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EmI was born in Dixie land UnreGconstructed till the end DIn Carolina I was raised by mAy gEmranddaddy in my daddy’s ways EmThey both thought me right from wroGng How to fight and how to get along DBut my own life now is almost gone in southern gAround IEm belong. EmMy final hour is drawing near so fGriend come sit by me right here DLet’s laugh and talk about our lives and the gooAd ol daEmys before I die. EmPlease give your word this voGw you keep when I return to earth to sleep. DLet me dream forever under soAuthern Emland with a Dixie flag tied in my hand.
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GWhen, when my time has come, before they lay me down tDo rest GFriends, in my time of darkness, please granEmt me just this one last request C GDixie land is wEmhere I wanna make my final stand,C G D G D Em c I don’t care if I’m in a box or not when they lay me down, GJust bury me in southern ground. B7
One last look at the country side before I close my weary eyes Southern air for my last breath here comes my sweet angel of death Sing Dixie while they lower me so I hear it for eternity I can feel the reapers touch ashes to ashes dust to dust Chorus When, when my time has come, before they lay me down to rest Friends, in my time of darkness, please grant me just this one last request ‘’Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton’’ Dixie land is where I wanna make my final stand, I don’t care if I’m in a box or not when they lay me down, Just bury me in southern ground.