I was born in Dixie land, un-reconstructed till the end
In Carolina, I was raised by my granddaddy in my daddy's ways
They both thought me right from wrong, how to fight and how to get along
But my own life now is almost gone in southern ground I belong
My final hour is drawin' near so friend come sit by me right here
Let's laugh and talk about our lives and the good ol days before I die
Please give your word this vow you keep when I return to earth to sleep
Let me dream forever under southern land with a Dixie flag tied in my hand
When, when my time has come, be-fore they lay me down to rest
Friends, in my time of darkness, please grant me just this one last re-quest
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
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verse 2
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
When, when my time has come, be-fore they lay me down to rest
Friends, in my time of darkness, please grant me just this one last re-quest
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
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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