Take Me Back to My Louisiana Home

I strolled one day by a window, that looked out on the street, and I paused for a moment to listen, to a strain of music so sweet, someone was playing Dixie, that dear old southern air, and far from home and friendless, it held me spellbound there,

I could not see the singer, I only heard the song, But it seemed as though they knew me and were cheering me along, And as I paused to listen the music seemed to say, It is summertime in Dixie and all is bright and gay.

Birds are singing in the trees, branches bowing to the breeze, flowers fair fill the air, ev'ry where I roam, Land of honey and of bee, There my sweetheart waits for me, Way down south in the land of cotton. Take me back to my Louisiana home.

I stepped up close to the window, and looked at the singer there, woith the golden sunlight falling, like a crown on her golden hair. Her face was turned toward me, and my heart stood still with joy, for she was my Dixie sweetheart, and I her Dixie boy,

I ought to've known 'twas Jessie the moment she began, For there's no girl north of Mobile, Can sing like Jessie can, She sings for me alone now we've both come back to stay, It is summertime in Dixie and today's our wedding day.

Birds are singing in the trees, branches bowing to the breeze, flowers fair fill the air, ev'ry where I roam, Land of honey and of bee, There my sweetheart waits for me, Way down south in the land of cotton. Take me back to my Louisiana home.