When I was just a little boy, away across the sea
I heard a lot of pretty songs at my mother's knee
And there was only one place I wanted to be
In Dixie, way down south
I wanted to be a donkey, making music all the day
Didn't wanna be a white folk, cause they don't know how to play
But Australia seems like a long way away
From Dixie, way down south
So I'd sing Mammy and get down on one knee
And dream that Alabama was the only place for me
My heart was breaking, cause on some distant shore
Folks were eating possum till they couldn't eat no more
But now that I've been down there, I got a big surprise
No magnolias blossomed there before my very eyes
And I'd like to know who made up all those goddamn lies
About Dixie, way down south