I was born right here
November '43
My dad was a captain in the army
Fighting the
Germans in
Sicily My poor little momma
Didn't know a soul in
L A So we went down to the
Union Station and made our getaway
Got on the
Dixie Flyer bound for
New Orleans
Across the state of
Texas to the land of dreams
On the Dixie
Flyer bound for
New Orleans
Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams
Her own mother came to meet us at the station
Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine
She cried when her little girl got off the train
Her brothers and her sisters drove down from
Jackson Mississippi
In a great green
Hudson driven by a
Gentile they knew
Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat
Tryin' to do like the
Gentiles do
Christ they wanted to be
Gentiles too
Who wouldn't down there wouldn't you
An American
Christian
God d**n On the
Dixie Flyer bound for
New Orleans
Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams
On the Dixie
Flyer bound for
New Orleans
Across the state of
Texas to the land of dreams
Across the state of
Texas to the land of dreams
