Tom Lehrer Lyrics
Tom Lehrer Lyrics
"I Wanna Go Back To Dixie Lyrics"
The People Lyrics
Written By: The Music hey Monday morning, See what you're missing, I can't live my life like this boy, I said hey little lady, see what you
Written By: The Music hey Monday morning, See what you're missing, I can't live my life like this boy, I said hey little lady, see what you
I wanna go back to Dixie,
Take me back to dear ol' Dixie,
That's the only li'l ol' place for li'l ol' me.
Ol' times there are not forgotten,
Whuppin' slaves and pickin' 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
I Wonder Why Lyrics
For the love of man Who could understand What goes on What is right and what is wrong Why the angels cry And the heaven's sigh When
,For the love of man Who could understand What goes on What is right and what is wrong Why the angels cry And the heaven's sigh When
And the 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'tcha come with me to Alabammy,
Back to the arms of my dear ol' Mammy,
Her cookin's lousy and he
This World Lyrics
I never cared much for this world (I just want to be someone like you) but I never said I wouldn't reach deep down to blow them all away I can feel
hands are clammy,I never cared much for this world (I just want to be someone like you) but I never said I wouldn't reach deep down to blow them all away I can feel
But what the hell, it's home.
Yes, for paradise the Southland is my nominee.
Jes' 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 'til it's comin' outta my ears
I wanna talk with Southern gentlemen
And put my white sheet on
Amazing Grace Lyrics
Amazing grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost But now I'm found Was blind but now I see.
again,Amazing grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost But now I'm found Was blind but now I see.
I ain't seen one good lynchin' in years.
The land of the boll weevil,
Where the laws are medieval,
Is callin' me to come and evermore roam.
I wanna go back to the Southland,
That "y'all" and "shet-ma-mouth" land,
Be it ever so decadent,
There's no place like home.