*** your clothesAnd those things without any fingersThe peach ones that keep you warmIn a southern winterI'll fight a window shopping with my momWe'll go whistling Dixie down the laneAnd those things without any fingersSo who cares, our purse is almost emptyI'm the richest girl in DixielandLook away, look againShe is still holding my handHolding my hand*** your coatThe cloudy blue oneWith the stripy buttonsThat keeps you warmIn a southern winterI'll fight a window shopping with my momWe'll go whistling Dixie down the laneSo who cares, our purse is almost emptyI'm the richest girl in DixielandLook away, look againShe is still holding my handShe is still holding my handHolding my handHold the dir facedHold the dir facedHolding the dir clamShe is still holding my handLook awayLook againShe is still holding my handHolding my hand, holding my hand*