Home to Dixie

There's fog up on the mountain, frost is clinging to the ground

Days keep getting shorter, you know the winter's coming 'round

This sure ain't the promised land, and I ain't hanging 'round

I'm packing up my traveling bags and checking out of town

Put me on that Delta line, Little Egypt to the sea

And find me some fine southern girl to keep me company

Churning down the river, magnolia on the breeze

And I'll embrace my Bayou Belle, gentle as you please

Been gone too long, my honey

Now I'm going home, where I should be

Whistle blow for Vicksburg, not too far to go

I'm taking off these northern boots and setting free my toes

Gators on the muddy shore smile as if to say

"Welcome back to 'Lousianne, boy, hope you're home to stay"

Been gone too long, my honey

Now I'm going home, where I should be

Hey mama, dust my room now

Pump up the comforter on my bed

What I say now, slave is bad as good now

And tell me everything the neighbors said

Ooh, I'm going to swallow my pride

And pick it up and pack it in

Well, I'm going back with that southern pride

Head down to Bourbon and give up gin

And I'll say hello to black and white

And I'll say goodbye to pretty little

And I'll say see you later to

Don't reckon everything I learned there

Well, I'm going home...