Bury Me in Dixie
Mount Cheaha is my Everest, and the Coosa is my Nile
Alabama's where I was born and raised, and I think I'll stay awhile
We sing about sweet home, and Dixieland Delight
We tell stories about what goes on in Montgomery at midnight
'Cause music row ain't only in Tennessee
So, won't you bury me in Dixie
Beneath these Alabama pines
Take me to Tuscaloosa, plant me under the fifty-yard line
Put me in an old truck, a four-door Chevrolet
Drive me down to Guntersville and park me by the lake
Or take me to Toomer's Corner, put me under an oak tree
Give 'em toilet paper til' they mummify me
I'll rest in peace if they bury me in Dixie
Well, lay me by my daddy, and my grandpa just the same
I want every headstone next to me to read my last name
Take me back to Jacksonville, drive me up Mountain Street
Lead me into old Paul Snow and show me to my seat
When God decides it time for us to meet
Won't you bury me in Dixie
Where hard work is a plow
I wish Robert E. Lee could come back and take a bow
Or take me to the Flora-Bama and set me up at the mullet toss
Everybody drink's on me, I don't care what it cost
Or take me to Talladega, spread my ashes in turn three
Paint my casket black with a big ass number three
I'll rest in peace, if they bury me in Dixie
Won't God bless Alabama from sea to Tennessee
I'll rest in peace, if they bury me in Dixie
Alabama's where I was born and raised, and I think I'll stay awhile
We sing about sweet home, and Dixieland Delight
We tell stories about what goes on in Montgomery at midnight
'Cause music row ain't only in Tennessee
So, won't you bury me in Dixie
Beneath these Alabama pines
Take me to Tuscaloosa, plant me under the fifty-yard line
Put me in an old truck, a four-door Chevrolet
Drive me down to Guntersville and park me by the lake
Or take me to Toomer's Corner, put me under an oak tree
Give 'em toilet paper til' they mummify me
I'll rest in peace if they bury me in Dixie
Well, lay me by my daddy, and my grandpa just the same
I want every headstone next to me to read my last name
Take me back to Jacksonville, drive me up Mountain Street
Lead me into old Paul Snow and show me to my seat
When God decides it time for us to meet
Won't you bury me in Dixie
Where hard work is a plow
I wish Robert E. Lee could come back and take a bow
Or take me to the Flora-Bama and set me up at the mullet toss
Everybody drink's on me, I don't care what it cost
Or take me to Talladega, spread my ashes in turn three
Paint my casket black with a big ass number three
I'll rest in peace, if they bury me in Dixie
Won't God bless Alabama from sea to Tennessee
I'll rest in peace, if they bury me in Dixie
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Writer(s): Riley Green
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