Story Behind The Song
I'm not from Dixie proper, but Texas, and oh brother, do I LOVE the rural south.
Song Description
A nostalgic love song for the rural south, the land, it's people, and lifestyle.
| Song Length |
2:33 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional, Folk - Country |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Amiable |
Subject |
Home, Youth |
| Similar Artists |
Alabama, Reba Mcentire |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
(chorus intro)
Oh-Oh, well it's killin' me, Her distant call won't let me be,
there's a Redbird up in the old oak tree, and I hear Dixie callin' me
Barefoot girl on a country lane, 'faithful dog and a fishin' cane
But the mem'ry brings just a twinge of pain, when I hear Dixie call my name
(1st)
Well I was young and restless when I left my Southern home,
And I can't quite remember now, what made me want to roam,
'Cause ev'ry mem'ry that I have is 'sweet as it can be,
And when I feel that Southern breeze, I hear her callin' me
2nd Chorus
Oh-Oh, well it's killin' me, Her distant call won't let me be,
there's a Redbird up in the old oak tree, and I hear Dixie callin' me,
Friendly smile & an open door, 'run-down little country store,
It's the way of life that I'm longin' for, and I hear Dixie at my door
(Instrumental break)
(bridge)
And Her sweet distant memory, don't seem like reality,
And I've got to get back to see, that She's not a fantasy,
(repeat chorus)