Down Along the Dixie Line - Gillian Welch

Way down in Dixie, oh do they miss me

Down along the Dixie Line

Banjos are strumming

Horseflies are humming

Ripe melons on the vine

The gold and the grey weeds

Saying look away

Way down along the Dixie Line

I spent my childhood walking the wildwood

Down along the Dixie Line

Freight trains are squalling

Eyeballs are bawling

Four engines at a time

I was so happy with Momma and Pappy

Down along the Dixie Line

Can’t you hear those drivers wail?

Can’t you see those bright rails shine?

Wanna catch that fireball man

Leave that North Land far behind

A river of whiskey flows down in Dixie

Down along the Dixie Line

They pulled up the tracks now

I can’t go back now

Can’t hardly keep from cryin'

Oh do they miss me way down in Dixie

Down along the Dixie Line

Can’t you hear those drivers wail?

Can’t you see those bright rails shine?

Wanna catch that fireball man

Leave that North Land far behind

Down along the Dixie Line