Dixie-Billy
I like Dixie-Billy,And I like to sing my songs
It's got the kind of rhythm that puts feeling in your
bones,Now I was born and bred in Dixie,
There's motion in her air,
That Southern draw with a 'Hi ya'all,'
And folks that seam to care.
Aw, Dixie,
She's home sweet home to me,
Dixie-Billy,
That's the mountain music of Tennessee.
Aunt Willie taught me to buckdance,
Uncle John would play the fiddle,
I'd get that feel good feeling,
Somewhere in the middle,
And there's nothing like the ladies,
Underneath them southern skies,
They got a certain way of moving,
And will love you 'till you die.
Aw, Dixie,
She's home sweet home to me,
Dixie-Billy,
That's the mountain music of Tennessee.
It puts magic in your feet.
Turnip greens and corn bread,
Fried chicken and cobbler pie,
Fishin' holes, and ball games,
A little moonshine on the side,
When the good Lord calls my number,
And my spirit flies away,
The first thing at my rising,
I'm gonna jump up and say.
Aw, Dixie,
She's home sweet home to me,
Dixie-Billy,
That's the mountain music of Tennessee.
She's home sweet home to me.
Words & Music by Warner MacPherson