Ole Miss Dixie, she is dead Let's dig a hole and put her to rest She don't need no headstone Or fancy words said She don't need no pillow under her head Needs just a little red dirt on her pretty white dress Put her out in the woods Where the wild beasts tread And let no body ever say her name again Cause 'Ole Miss Dixie, she is dead Old King Cotton, he is dead Somebody dig a hole and put him to rest He don't need no headstone Or fancy words said He don't need a pillow under his head He needs just a little red dirt on his face Or maybe at the bottom of a lake No body needs to remember his name 'Cause Old King Cotton, he is dead Some say the South is the sweetest place Some say it's bitter and a little two faced Some say it's the garden of Eden in all time and space But I just say thanks for the catfish and clean my plate