Hag’s Dixie Blues, No. 2
I got the blues for Mississippi I got the blues for Tennessee
Anywhere south there'd be Dixon line it's where I long to be
When I get a lonesome feeling down in my rambling shoes
Head down stream towards New Orleans cause I got the Dixie blues.
Talk about Memphis, talk about the town
Thinkin' 'bout my southern belle
Talk about Chicago where the cold wind blows
There ain't got chance and well.
I got the blues for Georgia Carolina's callin' me
I'm gonna pack my grip and I'll be gone like a southwind blowing free
When I get a lonesome feeling down in my rambling shoes
I head down stream towards New Orleans cause I got the Dixie blues, yes.
Talk about Memphis, talk about the town
Thinkin' 'bout my southern belle
Talk about Chicago where the cold wind blows
There ain't got chance and well.
When I get the blues for Georgia Carolina's callin' me
I'm gonna pack my grip and I'll be gone like a southwind blowing free
When I get a lonesome feeling down in my rambling shoes
I head down stream towards New Orleans cause I got the Dixie blues, yes...
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