CHORUS Give me a ticket on the Dixie Line Wanna get to Macon right on time Somebody's waiting in the warm sunshine Give me a ride on the Dixie Line I was in Chicago freezing cold Looking for the fabled city of gold But everything's made out of old dark clay I grabbed my coat I was on my way Repeat Chorus Everybody told me "Don't you go Ain't nothing up there but wind and snow" I had to find out for myself My happy home holds all my wealth Repeat Chorus I bought the stories of the ragged men Telling of the glories where they'd been But I found out after they had lied The brightest piece of gold's in the Georgia sky Repeat Chorus