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[Verse 1]
     G                         D                 G
Well I sure miss Ol’ Dixie the land where I come from
                                  Em             D
But them men outside ’ll shoot me down dead if I run
  C                        G        Em   D
My life as a free ma-an is over and do----one
      G                              D             G
I got *stone walls on three side and *iron bars on one
  G                         D           G
No I’m never gonna see sweet Dixieland a gain
                      Em             D
Not mama not daddy nor any of my dear friends
      C                                      G            Em   D
Nor my sweet Jessamine Belle Lord she was the apple of my e----eye
             G                            D               G
Cause in this cold old yankee jailhouse is where I’m gonna die
  G                       D             G
So please hand me the key  Please Lord I pray
                         Em             D
Please break me free Lord take my life a--way
    C                                         G              Em     D
Take me back to my childhood Lord the greatest time I’ve ever kno---own
    G                          D            G
Lord take me back to Dixie dear Lord take me home

[Verse 2]
    C                     C
Well I can see the sunshi---*ine
   G                                     D        G
and feel that breeze a blowin through the Carolina pines
 C                           G                 D
I hear granddaddy’s guitar is strummin right on time
 C                            G              Em    D
I smell grandmama’s cookin and boy it sure is fi---ine
          G                          D              G
I must be  on my way to glory cause I see that Dixie line

[Solo]
C G Em D G D G (Dont play until D after solo)

Yeah I can see the sunshine

and feel that breeze a blowin through the Carolina pines
                                                D
I hear granddaddy’s guitar is strummin right on  time
  C                            G               Em      D
I  smell grandmama’s cookin and boy it sure is  fi-----ine
          G                          D               G
I must be  on my way to glory cause I *see that Dixie line
        C
Yes Lord I can see the sunshine
   G                                     D        G
and feel that breeze a blowin through the Carolina pines
 C                        G                    D
I hear granddaddy’s guitar is strummin right on time
 C                            G              Em     D
I smell grandmama’s cookin and boy it sure is fi----ine
         G                          D              G
I must be on my way to glory cause I see that Dixie line
C        G                          D              G
I must be on my way to glory cause I see that Dixie line