Dixieland You Will Never Die — текст песни (Lynn Anderson)

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 final 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 dawn 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.

The garden gate is rusty,
And the well`s 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 the bands once 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 marching on;
But I`ll bet these walls can recall
A story all their own.

I`ve seen King Cotton touch the sky, and riverboats floatin` by,
On their way to New Orleans;
I`ve bowed with people standin` tall, with their backs pushed up
against the wall,
Getting` by on hopes and dreams.

I`ve seen southern belles _____ ____ ___
And ________ with their heads held high,
They can tear me down, down, down,
But Dixieland, you will never die.

Dixieland, you will never die.