I was born in Dixieland
Unreconstructed 'till the end
In Carolina I was raised by my grandaddy and my daddy's ways
They both taught 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 drawing 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'll keep
When I return to earth to sleep
Let me dream forever under southern land
With a dixie flag tied in my hand
Friend, when my time is come
Before they lay me down to rest
Friend, in my time of darkness
Please grant me just this one last request
Dixieland 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
One last look at the countryside 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'll hear it for eternity
I can feel the reapers touch!
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Friend, when my time is come
Before they lay me down to rest
Friend, in my time of darkness
Please grant me just this one last request
Dixieland 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
(Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton)
Dixieland 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