Dixie Flyer

I was born right here November '43

My dad was a captain in the army

Fighting the Germans in Sicily

My poor little momma

Didn't know a soul in L A

So we went down to the Union Station and made our getaway

Got on the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans

Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams

On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans

Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams

Her own mother came to meet us at the station

Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine

She cried when her little girl got off the train

Her brothers and her sisters come down from Jackson Mississippi

In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew

Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat

Tryin' to do like the Gentiles do

Christ they wanted to be Gentiles too

Who wouldn't down there wouldn't you

An American Christian God damn

On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans

Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams

On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans

Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams

Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams