Way down South where the cotton am a growing,
Way down where the Mississippi’s flowing;
That’s the place I long to be going
Down in Dixie Land.
Seems I hear those banjo’s ringing
Way off I can hear the darkies singing;
Oh what joy those mem’ries am a bringing
From Dixie Land.
Under the Southern Moonlight,
Under the Southern skies,
That’s where I met my lady love,
That’s where I said “Good bye.”
Never no more I’ll leave her
Never no more I’ll roam,
Way down South in Dixie Land,
My Home Sweet Home.
Good old days can never be forgotten
Way down in the land of cane and cotton,
All around the folks am a squatin’
Singing Dixie Land.
There I left my dusky charmer,
Way down in the State of Alabama;
All I hope, is nothing comes to harm her
In Dixie Land.
Allen, Thos. S., "Under The Southern Moonlight" (1910). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1234.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.