| Song | I Sang Dixie |
| Artist | Dwight Yoakam |
| Album | Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Yoakam | |
| (dwight yoakam) | |
| Chorus: | |
| I sang dixie as he died | |
| The people just walked on by as i cried | |
| The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
| So i sang dixie as he died | |
| He said way down yonder in the land of cotton | |
| Old times there aren't near as rotten as they are | |
| On this damned old l.a. street | |
| Then he drew a dying breathe | |
| And laid his head against my chest | |
| Please lord, take his soul back home to dixie | |
| Chorus: | |
| I sang dixie as he died | |
| The people just walked on by as i cried | |
| The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
| So i sang dixie as he died | |
| He said listen to me son while you still can | |
| Run back home to that southern land | |
| Don't you see what life here has done to me? | |
| Then he closed those old blue eyes | |
| And fell limp against my side | |
| No more pain, now he's safe back home in dixie | |
| Chorus: | |
| I sang dixie as he died | |
| The people just walked on by as i cried | |
| The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
| So i sang dixie as he died | |
| I sang dixie as he died |
| zuo ci : Yoakam | |
| dwight yoakam | |
| Chorus: | |
| I sang dixie as he died | |
| The people just walked on by as i cried | |
| The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
| So i sang dixie as he died | |
| He said way down yonder in the land of cotton | |
| Old times there aren' t near as rotten as they are | |
| On this damned old l. a. street | |
| Then he drew a dying breathe | |
| And laid his head against my chest | |
| Please lord, take his soul back home to dixie | |
| Chorus: | |
| I sang dixie as he died | |
| The people just walked on by as i cried | |
| The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
| So i sang dixie as he died | |
| He said listen to me son while you still can | |
| Run back home to that southern land | |
| Don' t you see what life here has done to me? | |
| Then he closed those old blue eyes | |
| And fell limp against my side | |
| No more pain, now he' s safe back home in dixie | |
| Chorus: | |
| I sang dixie as he died | |
| The people just walked on by as i cried | |
| The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
| So i sang dixie as he died | |
| I sang dixie as he died |
| zuò cí : Yoakam | |
| dwight yoakam | |
| Chorus: | |
| I sang dixie as he died | |
| The people just walked on by as i cried | |
| The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
| So i sang dixie as he died | |
| He said way down yonder in the land of cotton | |
| Old times there aren' t near as rotten as they are | |
| On this damned old l. a. street | |
| Then he drew a dying breathe | |
| And laid his head against my chest | |
| Please lord, take his soul back home to dixie | |
| Chorus: | |
| I sang dixie as he died | |
| The people just walked on by as i cried | |
| The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
| So i sang dixie as he died | |
| He said listen to me son while you still can | |
| Run back home to that southern land | |
| Don' t you see what life here has done to me? | |
| Then he closed those old blue eyes | |
| And fell limp against my side | |
| No more pain, now he' s safe back home in dixie | |
| Chorus: | |
| I sang dixie as he died | |
| The people just walked on by as i cried | |
| The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride | |
| So i sang dixie as he died | |
| I sang dixie as he died |