| Song | South of Cincinnati |
| Artist | Dwight Yoakam |
| Album | Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc., Etc. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Yoakam | |
| (d. yoakam) | |
| Chorus: | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
| If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago | |
| If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again | |
| She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible | |
| And a rose pressed inside the book of Luke | |
| For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden | |
| Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote | |
| Chorus: | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
| If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago | |
| If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again | |
| At a cold gray apartment in Chicago | |
| A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin | |
| He lies there drunk, but it don't matter drunk or sober | |
| He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send | |
| Chorus: | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
| If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago | |
| If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where dixieland begins | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again | |
| Then I'll be yours again |
| zuo ci : Yoakam | |
| d. yoakam | |
| Chorus: | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
| If you ever get south of the MasonDixon to the home you left so long ago | |
| If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati I' ll be yours again | |
| She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible | |
| And a rose pressed inside the book of Luke | |
| For fourteen years she' d write each day but keep it hidden | |
| Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote | |
| Chorus: | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
| If you ever get south of the MasonDixon to the home you left so long ago | |
| If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati I' ll be yours again | |
| At a cold gray apartment in Chicago | |
| A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin | |
| He lies there drunk, but it don' t matter drunk or sober | |
| He' ll never read the words that pride won' t let her send | |
| Chorus: | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
| If you ever get south of the MasonDixon to the home you left so long ago | |
| If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where dixieland begins | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati I' ll be yours again | |
| Then I' ll be yours again |
| zuò cí : Yoakam | |
| d. yoakam | |
| Chorus: | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
| If you ever get south of the MasonDixon to the home you left so long ago | |
| If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati I' ll be yours again | |
| She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible | |
| And a rose pressed inside the book of Luke | |
| For fourteen years she' d write each day but keep it hidden | |
| Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote | |
| Chorus: | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
| If you ever get south of the MasonDixon to the home you left so long ago | |
| If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati I' ll be yours again | |
| At a cold gray apartment in Chicago | |
| A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin | |
| He lies there drunk, but it don' t matter drunk or sober | |
| He' ll never read the words that pride won' t let her send | |
| Chorus: | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow | |
| If you ever get south of the MasonDixon to the home you left so long ago | |
| If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where dixieland begins | |
| If you ever get south of Cincinnati I' ll be yours again | |
| Then I' ll be yours again |