I Wanna Go Back to Dixie
by Tom Lehrer
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I wanna go back to dixie,
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Take me back to dear ol' dixie,
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That's the only li'l ol' place for li'l ol' me.
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Ol' times there are not for-gotten,
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Whoppin' slaves and sellin' cotton,
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And waitin' for the robert E. Lee.
spoken - (it was never there on time.)
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I'll go back to the swanee,
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Where pel-lagra makes you scrawny,
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And the jasmine and the tear gas spell just fine.
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I really am a-fixin'
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To go back where there's no mixin'
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Down below that mason-dixon line.
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Poll Tax. How I love ya, How I love ya.
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My Dear Ole Poll Tax
(SPOKEN)
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Won'tcha come with me to alabammy,
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Back to the arms of my dear ol' mammy,
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Her cookin's lousy and her hands are clammy,
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But what the hell, it's home.
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SUNG - Yes, for paradise the southland is my nominee.
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Jes' give me a ham hock and a grit of hominy.
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I wanna start relaxin'
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Down in Birmingham or Jackson.
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And have some fun while no one interferes
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I wanna talk with southern gentlemen
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And put my white sheet on again,
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I ain't seen one good lynchin' in years.
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The land of the boll weevil,
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Where the laws are medieval,
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Is callin' me to come and nevermore roam.
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I wanna go back to the southland,
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That "y'all" and "shut-my-mouth" land,
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Be it e--ver
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so dec-a-dent,
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There's no place like home.
