She got pie by the window She got bread up in the stove Lord I miss my loving mother Lord I wish that I was home Way up high on Dixie Mountain Where the sun shines bright and clear Lord, there stands a little cabin How I wish that I was there Late tonight there'll be singing There'll be dancing all night long How I wished I had my pain How I wish that I was home Way up high on Dixie Mountain Where the sun shines bright and clear Lord, there stands a little cabin How I wish that I was there This old boxcar's cold and dusty And I don't know where I am Half a day from Kingston Prison Where I can't go back again Way up high on Dixie Mountain Where the sun shines bright and clear Lord, there stands a little cabin How I wish that I was there