Randy Newman - Dixie Flyer Lyrics
I was born right here, november 43My dad was a captain in the armyFighting the germans in sicily.My poor little mommaDidnt 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 orleansAcross the state of texas to the land of dreams.On the dixie flyer bound for new orleansBack 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 mineShe cried when her little girl got off the train.Her brothers and her sisters drove down from jackson, mississippiIn a great green hudson driven by a gentile they knew.Drinkin rye whiskey from a flask in the back seatTryin to do like the gentiles doChrist, they wanted to be gentiles, too.Who wouldnt down there, wouldnt you?An american christian, God damn!On the dixie flyer bound for new orleansBack to her friends and her family in the land of dreamsOn the dixie flyer bound for new orleansAcross the state of texas to the land of dreamsAcross the state of texas to the land of dreams.
