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I've got a sneaky feeling 'round my heart That I want to settle down, I guess I'll pack my grip and take a trip To a good old Southern town— You can have your high-brow airs, Just give me three good squares, with corn and 'lassus, served by Rastus. I'll be tickled to death to know that I can stay right there And I'll never care to roam, Come along with me and have a jubilee In my old Kentucky home.

You'd better dry your eyes my little Coal Black Rose, You'd better go to sleep and let those eye-lids close. 'Cause you're dark, don't start a-pinin'. You're a cloud with a silver linin'. Though every old crow thinks h'es babe am white as snow Your dear old mammy knows you're mighty like a rose. And when the angels gave those kinky curls to you They put a sunbeam in your disposition too, that's true, And they just made you dark I s'pose Cos' your heart's so white I guess dear They's none left for the rest dear, So don't you cry, don't you sigh 'Cause you're Mammy's little Coal Black Rose.

Are you from Dixie, I said from Dixie, Where the fields of cotton beckon to me; I'm glad to see you, tell me how be you And the friends I'm longing to see. If you're from Alabama, Tennessee or Caroline, Any place below the Mason-Dixon line, Then you're from Dixie, hurrah for Dixie Cause I'm from Dixie too.