Rebel Son - Burry Me In Southern Ground | Текст песни

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I was born in Dixieland
Unreconstructed till the end,
In Carolina I was raised by my grandaddy and my daddy's ways.
They both taught me right from wrong
How to fight and how to get along
But my own life is almost gone - in Southern ground I belong.
My final hour is drawing near
So friend come sit by me right here
Lets laugh and talk about our lives and the good ol days before I die.
Please give your word this vow you'll keep,
when I return to earth to sleep
Let me dream forever under Southern land
With a Dixie flag tied in my hand.

*Chorus*
Friend when my time is come,
before they lay me down to rest
Friend in my time of darkness,
Please grant me just this one last request
Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand
I dont care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me down
Just bury me in Southern ground.

One last look at the countryside before I close my weary eyes.
Southern air for my last breath.
Oh come my sweet angel of death!
Sing Dixie while they bury me, so I'll hear it for eternity.
I can feel the reapers touch!
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

*Chorus*

(Oh I wish I was in the Land of Cotton)

Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand.
I dont care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me down
Just bury me in Southern ground.

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