Dixie was the pride of Alabama I met her on a lonesome midnight train Rollin' slowly out of Union Station She was staring out the window at the rain Well Dixie was from sunny Alabama Those old steel rails would roll to Birmingham Mobile, her final destination I looked down at the ticket in her hand Southbound train it ain't you I know that done her wrong Say again that you seen it coming all along All that she knew those sweet memories it's true Dixie darling caught her southbound train Dixie asked if I'd been to Alabama Her voice was thick like some old southern night And maybe for the sake of conversation I said back in '88 or '89 She said her daddy's fields were full of cotton By the river that she swam in as a child Lord she loved those sweet magnolia blossoms And that good ol' Honeysuckle growing wild Dixie told me how she got to Denver A southern gal who coudn't stand the cold She fell in love and left Mobile forsaken Mistaken for a dusty pot of gold Dixie let the pieces fall together And painted up this picture in my mind Mobile, Alabama was a-callin' her back And the Pride of Alabama was on time