The search for the heart of Dixie

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I left my home in North New Jersey and I'm eight days on the road
I'm ready now to pack my weary bones
All remains is dollars and sense of humors growing cold
It's hard to joke when you're traveling all alone.


Camptown ladies, sing that song
Doo-dah with your honeysuckle all night long.

Dance with the dollies in Kentucky gowns that are spun in satin gold
It's just like all those stories I've been told.


I'm gonna find that old Dixie home
I'm gwanna fide ol' Dixie
My heart's down South in a cypress grove
Oh, I'm gonna find that old Dixie home.

Georgia was fine and ‘Bama was better, Carolinas were so grand
I loved that country air of Tennessee
My eyes sailed down the Mississippi river and heard that Orlean's band
Then I knew I found that Dixie land.

(repeat bridge)

I know now that the Southern feeling can be mine all the time
Dixieland is just a state of mind.