歌词
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 damn!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.
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