Hello there, stranger! How do you do?
There's something I'd like to say to you.
Don't be surprised, you're recognized
I'm no detective, but I've just surmised.
You're from the place where I long to be.
Your smiling face seems to say to me:
"You're from my own land, my sunny homeland,
Tell me can it be?

"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, hurray for Dixie!!
'Cause I'm from Dixie too!"

It was a way back in eighty-nine,
I crossed the Old Mason Dixon line
Oh! But I've yearned, longed to return
To all the good old pals I left behind.
My home is 'way down in Alabam'
On a plantation near Birmingham,
And one thing's certain I'm surely flirtin'
With those Southbound trains!

"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, hurray for Dixie!!
'Cause I'm from Dixie too!"