Bob Weir - Home To Dixie lyrics

There's fog up on the mountain Frost is clinging to the ground Days keep getting shorter You know, the winter's coming 'round This sure ain't the promised land And I ain't hanging 'round I'm packin' up my traveling bag And checking out of town Put me on that Delta Line Little Egypt to the sea And find me some fine southern girl To keep me company Churning down the river Magnolia on the breeze And I'll embrace my bayou belle Gentle as you please Been gone too long my honey Now I'm going home Where I should be Whistle blow for Vicksburg Not too far to go I'm taking off these northern boots And settin' free my toes 'Gators on the muddy shore Smile as if to say Welcome back to Louisiana, boy Hope you're home to stay Been gone too long my honey Now I'm goin' home Where I should be (shoot, shoot, yeah) Hey mama, dust my room now (shoot, shoot, yeah) Plump up the comforter on my bed (shoot, shoot, yeah) Well I say now, slay the fasted food now (shoot, shoot, yeah) And tell me everything the neighbor said (shoot, shoot, yeah) I'm going to swallow my pride (shoot, shoot, yeah) And pick it up and pack it in (shoot, shoot, yeah) Well, I'm going back to that southern pride (shoot, shoot, yeah) And down back the bourbon, and give up gin (shoot, shoot, yeah) And I see it on the back of my hand (shoot, shoot, yeah) And I'll say goodbye to frigidaire (shoot, shoot, yeah) And I'll say see you later to [?] (shoot, shoot, yeah) Don't recommend a thing I learned (shoot, shoot, yeah) Well I'm going home to the stars and bars (shoot, shoot, yeah) Well this great old city just looks like Mars