D I sang Dixie as he died D D7 The people just walked on by as I cried G D The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride D A7 D So I sang Dixie as he died D He said way down yonder in the land of cotton G D Old times there ain't near as rotten as they are D A7 On these damned ole L.A streets D He drew his dying breath G Laid his head against my chest D A7 D Oh please lord take his soul back home to Dixie D I sang Dixie as he died D D7 The people just walked on by as I cried G D The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride D A7 D So I sang Dixie as he died D He said listen to me son while you still can G Run back home to that Southern land D A7 Don't you see what life here has done to me D Then he closed those old blue eyes G D Fell limp against my side, no more pain A7 D Now his soul's back home in Dixie D I sang Dixie as he died D D7 the people just walked on by as I cried G D The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride D A7 D So I sang Dixie as he died
