Way down in Dixie
Oh, do they miss me
Down along the Dixie Line
Banjos a-strumming
Horseflies a-humming
Ripe melons on the vine
The gold and the grey weeds
Sing, "look away"
Way down along the Dixie Line

I spent my childhood walking the wildwood
Down along the Dixie Line
Freight trains a-squalling
Highballs a-bawlin'
Four engines at a time
I was so happy with mama and pappy
Down along the Dixie Line

Can't you hear those drivers wail?
Can't you see those bright rails shine?
Gonna catch that fireball mail
Leave that Northland far behind

A river of whiskey flows down in Dixie
Down along the Dixie Line
They pulled up the tracks now
I can't go back now
Can't hardly keep from cryin'
Oh, do they miss me way down in Dixie
Down along the Dixie Line

Can't you hear those drivers wail?
Can't you see those bright rails shine?
Wanna catch that fireball man
Leave that Northland far behind

Down along the Dixie Line

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): David Todd Rawlings, Gillian Howard Welch