Way down in Dixie, oh do they miss me Banjos are strumming Horseflies are humming Ripe melons on the vine The gold and the grey weeds Saying look away Way down along the Dixie Line I spent my childhood walking the wildwood Freight trains are squalling Eyeballs are bawling Four engines at a time I was so happy with Momma and Pappy Can't you hear those drivers wail? Can't you see those bright rails shine? Wanna catch that fireball man Leave that North Land far behind A river of whiskey flows down in Dixie They pulled up the tracks now I can't go back now Can't hardly keep from crying Oh do they miss me way down in Dixie Can't you hear those drivers wail? Can't you see those bright rails shine? Wanna catch that fireball man Leave that North Land far behind Can't you hear those drivers wail? Can't you see those bright rails shine? Wanna catch that fireball man Leave that North Land far behind Wanna catch that fireball man Leave that North Land far behind