Bury Me In Dixie

Mount Cheaha is my Everest, and the Coosa is my Nile

Alabama's where I was born and raised, and I think I'll stay awhile

We sing about sweet home, and Dixieland Delight

We tell stories about what goes on in Montgomery at midnight

'Cause music row ain't only in Tennessee

So, won't you bury me in Dixie

Beneath these Alabama pines

Take me to Tuscaloosa, plant me under the fifty-yard line

Put me in an old truck, a four-door Chevrolet

Drive me down to Guntersville and park me by the lake

Or take me to Toomer's Corner, put me under an oak tree

Give 'em toilet paper til' they mummify me

I'll rest in peace if they bury me in Dixie

Well, lay me by my daddy, and my grandpa just the same

I want every headstone next to me to read my last name

Take me back to Jacksonville, drive me up Mountain Street

Lead me into old Paul Snow and show me to my seat

When God decides it time for us to meet

Won't you bury me in Dixie

Where hard work is a plow

I wish Robert E. Lee could come back and take a bow

Or take me to the Flora-Bama and set me up at the mullet toss

Everybody drink's on me, I don't care what it cost

Or take me to Talladega, spread my ashes in turn three

Paint my casket black with a big ass number three

I'll rest in peace, if they bury me in Dixie

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Won't God bless Alabama from sea to Tennessee

I'll rest in peace, if they bury me in Dixie