Home To Dixie: Grateful Dead
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A F#m
There's fog up on the mountain
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Frost is clingin' to the ground
A F#m
Days keep gettin' shorter
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You know, the winter's comin' 'round
F#m E
This sure ain't the promised land
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And I ain't hangin' 'round
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I'm packin' up my traveling bag,
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And checkin' out of town
Put me on that Delta Line,
Little Egypt to the sea
And find me some southern girl
To keep me company
Churnin' down the river
Magnolia on the breeze
And I'll embrace my bayou belle,
Gentle as you please
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Been gone too long my honey
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Now I'm goin' home where I should be
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Whistle blow for Vicksburg
Not too far to go
I'm takin' off these northern boots
And settin' free my toes
Gator's on the muddy shore
Smile as if to say
Welcome back to Louisiana, boy
Hope your home to stay
Been gone too long my honey
Now I'm goin' home where I should be
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(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) Hey mama, dust my room now,
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) Plump up the comforter on my bed
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) Well I say now, slay, the fattest food now
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) And tell me everything the neighbor said
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) I'm going to swallow my pride
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) And pack it up and pack it in
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) Well, I'm goin' back to that southern pride
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) And down the bourbon, and give up Gin.