I didn’t get my Dixie drawl
A drinkin' out of a Dixie cup
Yes sir, I’m strictly from Dixie

And when I say, 'I loves you all'
It’s meant to be on the up and up
Yes sir, I’m strictly from Dixie

When I came up from the South
I felt so down in the mouth
Then I took one look at you
And thought about Dixie skies of blue
I thought about sweet magnolias too

I never missed a cotton bowl
I like my tulips a trifle tall
Yes sir, I’m strictly from Dixie

I didn’t get my Dixie drawl
A drinkin' out of a Dixie cup
Yes sir, I’m strictly from Dixie

And when I say, 'I loves you all'
It’s meant to be on the up and up
Yes sir, I’m strictly from Dixie

When I came up from the South
I felt so down in the mouth
Then I took one look at you
And thought about Dixie skies of blue
I thought about sweet magnolias too

I never missed a cotton bowl
I like my tulips a trifle tall
Yes sir, I’m strictly from Dixie

Good Lord Dixie, My Lord Dixie
I’m strictly from Dixie, Dixie, Dixie

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