You coax the blues right out of the horn, manYou charm the husk right off of the corn, manMan, you've got the band just strummin' and plunkin' out a tune to beat the bandThe whole plantation's hummin' since you've brought Dixie back to DixielandYou make the cotton easy to pick, manYou give my old mid-julep a key, manWhoever thought a Yankee would put our little Dixie bells to shameYou've made us feel alive againYou've given us the drive againTo make a new startTo make the South revive again, manWell, shut my mouth and freeze my faceYou've brought some elegance to the placeThere's Savilly, Hominy, Catfish, and Tripe, manWell, shut my mouth and damn my eyesYou've made the price of tobacco riseThe old watermelon is suddenly ripe, manAnd down on the levee, a beautiful bevy of crinolineLadies has flockedThe way that they're squealin', they give me the feelin'The Robert E. Lee must adoptThe strummin' and ringin', the hummin' and singin'Is startin' to get out of handSince you've brought Dixie back to DixielandYou've brought the cakewalk back into style, manYou make the weepin' willow treeSmile, ma'amYour skin is Dixie satinThere's revel in your manner and your speechYou may be from ManhattanBut Georgia never had a sweet of peachYou make our black-eyed peasAnd our black-eyed peasAnd our grits, ma'amSeem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, ma'amYou make the bougainvillea turn purpleAt the mention of your nameYour special fascination ofYour special fascination of theYour special fascination of theProve to be inspirationalI think you're just sensationalMa'amMa'amMa'am