Adam Smith — Back Home To Dixie

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Ol' Marse Robert done told me to get my gun
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Gonna get em out the south land, we gonna make em run
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It's been two years since that day
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I sure thought it would be a quick one but it didnt turn out that way

[Verse 2]
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I smell the blood and the honeysuckle on the wind
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Holding the hand of another soon-to-be-dead friend
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A single tear comes to his eyes
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And as we reminisce about his momma I asked Lord, Why?, Why oh Why?

[Verse 3]
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Take him on back home to Dixie
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Just get him out of this wretched place
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Just take him on back home to Dixie
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Let his momma see that shining southern face

[Verse 4]
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They got me sitting on the river bank shore
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In just a few short months I done killed me twenty or more
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Sherman wouldn't be too happy with me
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And as Atlanta sits in ashes I wonder, how worse could it be?

[Verse 5]
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Take me on back home to Dixie
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Just get me out of this wretched place
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Just take me on back home to Dixie
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I just wanna see her shining Southern face

[Bridge]
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I remember when I was young
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I could still hold my Daddy's hand
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Looking out my back door
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He said, "this is your land...... son this is your land"

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 6]
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I met my maker at the break of dawn, Well i was
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thinking bout my kids and I didnt hear his one bullet song
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The rustle of the leaves underneath my blood-stained hands
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And as I gasp for one last breath I wonder, what kind of man I am?

[Verse 7]
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Take me on back home to Dixie
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Just get me out of this wretched place
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Just take me on back home to Dixie
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I just wanna see her smiling Southern face

[Outro]
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Lying face up looking at the amber sky
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One last thought of her.....before i die