Western Dixie
Southern boys have crossed the line,
Northern boys say so have I
To arms, to arms, to arms, fight in Dixie,
In the heat of battle we’ll fight with honor,
Pride, courage, and uncommon valor,
To arms, to arms, to arms, fight in Dixie,
The boys have gone to Dixie,
Hurrah, hurrah by Walden Ridge,
We’ll have crossed the bridge,
And fought bravely for, the West,
To arms, to arms, to conquer all of Dixie,
To arms, to arms, to conquer North of Dixie,
And don’t forget those Eastern boys,
Those snot-nosed rotten causeless toys,
To arms, to arms, to arms, fight in Dixie,
But when my region needs my service,
I’ll fight no matter if I’m nervous,
To arms, to arms, to arms, fight in Dixie,
The boys have gone to Dixie,
Hurrah, hurrah by Walden Ridge,
We’ll have crossed the bridge,
And fought bravely for, the West,
To arms, to arms, to conquer all of Dixie,
To arms, to arms, to conquer North of Dixie,
A cowboy’s honor lies in his word,
His woodsmanship and tough steel girders,
To arms, to arms, to arms, fight in Dixie,
Promise me you’ll not surrender,
Fight for the West and freedom forever,
To arms, to arms, to arms, fight in Dixie,
The boys have gone to Dixie,
Hurrah, hurrah by Walden Ridge,
We’ll have crossed the bridge,
And fought bravely for, the West,
To arms, to arms, to conquer all of Dixie,
To arms, to arms, to conquer North of Dixie,
Dixieland
I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
In Dixie’s Land where I was born in early on one frosty morning
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie’s Land I’ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie
Away, away, away down south in Dixie
Old Missus marry Will the weaver
William was a gay deceiver;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
And when he put his arm around ‘er,
He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie’s Land I’ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie
Away, away, away down south in Dixie
His face was sharp as a butcher’s cleaver
But that did not seem to grieve ‘er
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Ole Missus acted the foolish part
She died for a man that broke her heart
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie
I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie’s Land I’ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie
The Yellow Rose Of Texas
There's a yellow girl in Texas that I'm going down to see
No other darkies know her no darkey, only me
She cried so when I left her that it like to broke my heart,
And if I only find her we never more will part
She's the sweetest girl of color that this darkey ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds and sparkle like the dew
You may talk about your Dearest Mae and sing of Rosa Lee
But the yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee
Where the Rio Grande is flowing and the starry skies are bright
She walks along the river in the quiet summer night
And she thinks if I remember when we parted long ago
I promised to come back again and not to leave her so
I'm going now to find her for my heart is full of woe
And we'll sing the songs together that we sang so long ago
We'll play the banjo gaily and we'll sing our sorrows o'er
And the yellow Rose of Texas shall be mine forever more
And now I'm going southward, for my heart is full of woe
I'm going back to Georgia, to find my Uncle Joe
You may talk about your Beauregard and sing of Bobby Lee
But the gallant Hood of Texas, he played hell in Tennessee
Deep In The Heart Of Texas
The stars at night are big and bright deep in the heart of Texas
The prairie sky is wide and high deep in the heart of Texas
The sage in bloom is like perfume deep in the heart of Texas
Reminds me of the one I love deep in the heart of Texas
The coyotes wail along the trail deep in the heart of Texas
The rabbits rush around the brush deep in the heart of Texas
The stars at night are big and bright deep in the heart of Texas
The prairie sky is wide and high deep in the heart of Texas
The sage in bloom is like perfume deep in the heart of Texas
Reminds me of the one I love deep in the heart of Texas
Yellow Dog Blues
Ever since Miss Susan Johnson lost her Jockey Lee
There has been much excitement, more to be
You can hear her moaning night and dawn
"Wonder where my Easy Rider's gone?"
Cablegrams come of sympathy telegrams go of inquiry
Letters come from down in Bam and everywhere that Uncle Sam has even a rural delivery
All day the phone rings but it's not for me
At last good tidings fill our hearts with glee
This message comes from Tennessee
Dear Sue, your Easy Rider struck this burg today
On a southbound rattler side door Pullman car
I seen him here and he was on the hog
The smoke was broke, no joke, not a jitney on him
I say now, Easy Rider's gotta stay away
So he had to vamp it but the hike ain't far
He's gone where the Southern cross the Yellow Dog
I know the Yellow Dog district like a book
Indeed, I know the route that Rider took;
Every cross', tie, bayou, burg, and bog
Way down where the Southern cross the Dog
Money don't exactly grow on trees on cotton stalks, it grows with ease
No race hog, race track, no grandstand
Is like Old Beck and Buckshot land
Down where the Southern cross the Dog
Every kitchen there is a cabaret
Down there the boll weevil works while the darkies play
This Yellow Dog Blues the live long day
The Buffalo Skinners
T'was in the town of Jacksboro in the spring of seventy-three,
A man by the name of Crego came stepping up to me,
Saying how do you do, young fellow, and how would you like to go
And spend one summer pleasantly on the range of the buffalo?
The season being near over, old Crego he did say
The crowd had been extravagant, was in debt to him that day
We coaxed him and we begged him and still it was no go
We left old Crego's bones to bleach on the range of the buffalo
Go home to our wives and sweethearts, tell others not to go,
For God's forsaken the buffalo range and the damned old buffalo
As I rode in the town of Fort Griffin in the spring of '83
An old Texas cowman came riding up to me,
Saying how do you do, young fellow, and how would you like to go
And spend one summer season in the hills of Mexico?
Go home to wives and sweethearts, tell other not to go
To the god-forsaken country of old New Mexico
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