Dixie Wailin

Dm
When my time to go is here
G
Call my friends to gather near
Dm                             
Tell the doctor and the preacher 
                A
that I'm failing

Dm
But forget about your black
 G
Cause I'm planning to come back
Bb                                
Play some honky-tonkin' grief and 
    Dm
Dixie wailing

Bb
Pick me up and lay me down
 Dm
And spread the news all over town
A                                 
And tell 'em all to come or 
     Dm
they'll be sorry
Bb
Pick me up and shake me twice
Dm
I'm coming back from paradise
A                                
This poor boy is here to live in 
Dm
glory

Dm
When it's time to say good-bye
G
All my friends will sit and cry
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Dm                                
And they'll watch the coffin 
                           A
rockin' round and squirmin'
Dm
Then they'll raise a mighty shout
G
When my bones come marching out
Bm                                 
And I praise myself and preach the 
Dm
final sermon

Bb
Pick me up and lay me down
 Dm
And spread the news all over town
A                                 
And tell 'em all to come or 
     Dm
they'll be sorry
Bb
Pick me up and shake me twice
Dm
I'm coming back from paradise
A                                
This poor boy is here to live in 
Dm
glory


Dm
When the Earth begins to quake
Gm
From the shaking at my wake
Dm                                
I'll be here and making music like
               A
 a life line
Dm
Till the honky-tonkin' grief
G
Gives the Angels sweet relief
Bb                                
Cause they know that Dixie wail is
       Dm
 still surviving
Bb
Pick me up and lay me down
 Dm
And spread the news all over town
A                                 
And tell 'em all to come or 
     Dm
they'll be sorry
Bb
Pick me up and shake me twice
Dm
I'm coming back from paradise
A                                
This poor boy is here to live in 
Dm
glory

Bb
Pick me up and lay me down
 Dm
And spread the news all over town
A                                 
And tell 'em all to come or 
     Dm
they'll be sorry
Bb
Pick me up and shake me twice
Dm
I'm coming back from paradise
A                                
This poor boy is here to live in 
Dm
glory