You coax the blues right out of the horn, man
You charm the husk right off of the corn, man
Man, you've got the band just strummin' and plunkin' out a tune to beat the band
The whole plantation's hummin' since you've brought Dixie back to Dixieland
You make the cotton easy to pick, man
You give my old mid-julep a key, man
Whoever thought a Yankee would put our little Dixie bells to shame
You've made us feel alive again
You've given us the drive again
To make a new start
To make the South revive again, man
Well, shut my mouth and freeze my face
You've brought some elegance to the place
There's Savilly, Hominy, Catfish, and Tripe, man
Well, shut my mouth and damn my eyes
You've made the price of tobacco rise
The old watermelon is suddenly ripe, man
And down on the levee, a beautiful bevy of crinoline
Ladies has flocked
The way that they're squealin', they give me the feelin'
The Robert E. Lee must adopt
The strummin' and ringin', the hummin' and singin'
Is startin' to get out of hand
Since you've brought Dixie back to Dixieland
You've brought the cakewalk back into style, man
You make the weepin' willow tree



Smile, ma'am
Your skin is Dixie satin
There's revel in your manner and your speech
You may be from Manhattan
But Georgia never had a sweet of peach
You make our black-eyed peas
And our black-eyed peas
And our grits, ma'am
Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, ma'am
You make the bougainvillea turn purple
At the mention of your name
Your special fascination of
Your special fascination of the
Your special fascination of the
Prove to be inspirational
I think you're just sensational
Ma'am
Ma'am
Ma'am