Dwight Yoakam

^D I sang Dixie as he died
^D7 The people just walked on by as I cried
^{G D} The bottle had robbed him of his rebel pride
^{A D} So I sang Dixie as he died
He said way down yonder in the land of cotton
^{G D} Old times there ainât near as rotten as they are
^A On this damned old LA street
^D Then he drew his dying breath
^G And laid his head against my chest
^{D A D} Please Lord take his soul back home to Dixie
^D He said listen to me son while you still can
^G Run back home to that southern land
^{D A} Donât you see what life here has done to me?
^D Then he closed those big blue eyes
^G And fell limp against my side
^{D A D} No more pain now heâs safe back home in Dixie