Dixieland (You Will Never Die)

Well the shutters are cracked and dry now
And the roof lets the rain seep in
The old four walls are ready to fall
And the sign reads: This House Condemned

Once a mighty plantation when a nation was at war
When mothers prayed for sons that went away
And cried for ones that came back no more

But oh, if this house could talk, Lord of Dixieland's final days
Before they tear her down, before she hits the ground
I'll bet this is what she would say

Early on one frosty morn
They raised my timbers and I was born
Lord, I remember the day
The mighty oak became my soul
The Delta Sun kept me from the cold
Lord, Lord, look away (look away)

I've seen history
Robert E. LEE
And Johnny REB hold his head up high
They can tear me down, down, down
But Dixieland, you will never die
Well the garden gate is rusty
And the well is dusty and dry
The magnolia trees are swayin' in the breeze
As if to hang their heads and cry

The ballroom is quiet and empty
Where the music used to play
And the battlefields are resting and still
With the ghosts of the blue and the gray
This house has seen it all, Lord as time kept marching on
But I'll bet these walls can recall a story all their own

Early on one frosty morn
They raised my timbers and I was born
Lord, I remember the day
The mighty oak became my soul
The Delta Sun kept me from the cold
Lord, Lord, look away (look away)

I've seen history
Robert E. LEE
And Johnny REB hold his head up high
They can tear me down, down, down
But Dixieland, you will never die
But Dixieland, you will never die