Dixieland (You Will Never Die)

Well the shutters are cracked and dry now and the roof lets the rain seep in

The old four walls are ready to fall and the sign reads This House Condemned

Once a mighty plantation when a nation was at war

When mothers prayed for sons that went away and cried for ones that came back no more

But oh if this house could talk Lord of Dixieland's finer days

Before they tear her down before she hits the ground I'll bet this is what she would say

Early on one frosty morn they raised my timbers and I was born

Lord I remember the day

The mighty oak became my soul the Delta sun kept me from the cold

Lord Lord look away

I've seen history Robert E Lee and Johnny Reb hold his head up high

They can tear me down down down but Dixieland you will never die

Well the garden gate is rusty and the well is dusty and dry

The magnolia trees are swayin' in the breeze as if to hang their heads and cry

The ballroom is quiet and empty where music used to play

And the battlefields are resting and still with the ghosts of the blue and the gray

This house has seen it all Lord as time kept marchin' on

But I'll bet those walls can recall a story all their own

Early on one frosty morn they raised my timbers and I was born

Lord I remember the day

The mighty oak became my soul the Delta sun kept me from the cold

Lord Lord look away

I've seen history Robert E Lee and Johnny Reb hold his head up high

They can tear me down down down but Dixieland you will never die

But Dixieland you'll never die