Dixie flyer versuri

Versuri Randy Newman & Mark Knopfler – Dixie flyer lyrics

I was born right here

November ’43

Dad was a captain in the army

Fighting the Germans in Sicily

My poor little mama

Didn’t know a soul in L.A.

So we went down to the Union Station

Made our getaway

Got on the Dixie Flyer

Bound for New Orleans

‘Cross 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 came down from Jackson, Mississippi

In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew

Drinkin’ rye whiskey from a flask in the backseat

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, goddamn!

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

‘Cross the state of Texas

To the land of dreams

‘Cross the state of Texas

To the land of dreams