I Wanna Go Back To Dixie
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer



I wanna go back to Dixie
Take me back to dear old Dixie
That's the only little old place for little old me!
Oldtimes, they are not forgotten
Whoppin' slaves and sellin' cotton
And waitin' for the Robert E Lee
It was never there on time!

I'll go back to the Swanee
Where pellagra makes you scrawny
And my honeysuckle clutters up the vine
I really am a-fixin'
To go home and start a-mixin'
Down below that Mason-Dixon line

Oh, poll tax
How I love ya, how I love ya
My dear old poll tax!

Won't you come with me to Alabamy
Back to the arms of my dear old mammy
Her cookin' lousy and her hands are clammy
But what the hell, it's home!

Yes, for paradise the southland is my nominee
Just give me a ham hock and a grit of hominy!

I wanna go back to Dixie
I wanna be a Dixie pixie
And eat cornpone till it's comin' out of my ears!
I wanna talk with southern gentlemen
And put my white sheet on again
I ain't seen a good lynchin' in years!

The land of the boweevil
Where the laws are mediaevil
Is callin' me to come and never more roam
I wanna go back to the southland
That "you-all" and "shut my mouth" land
Be it ever so decadent
There's no place like home!