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  • 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.
  • 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.