I wanna go back[F7] to[Bb] dixie,[F7][Bb]
[Bb7]Take me [Eb]back to dear ol' dixie,
[Edim]That's the [Bb]only [Fm]li'l ol' [G7]place for li'l ol' [C7]me.
[F7]Ol' times [Bb]there are not for-[Bb7]gotten,
Whoppin' [Eb]slaves and sellin' cotton,
[Edim]And [Bb]waitin' for the [C7]robert E. Lee[F7].
spoken - (it was never there on time.)
I'll [Bb]go back to the swanee,
Where pel-[Bb7]lagra makes you scrawny,
And the [Eb]jasmine and the tear gas spell [Gb/E]just f[Bb]ine.[Bdim][F7]
I [Bb]really[Bbdim] am a-f[F7]ixin'
To go [Bb]back where[Fm6] there's no [G7]mixin'
Down [C7]below that mason-[F7]dixon [Bb]line.[F7]
[C]Poll Tax. [C]How I love ya, [C]How I love ya.
[C7]My Dear Ole Poll[C] Tax
(SPOKEN)
Won'tcha [Bb]come with [Bb7]me to [Eb]alab[Ebm]ammy,
Back [Bb]to the a[Bb7]rms of my [Eb]dear ol' [Ebm]mammy,
Her [Bb]cookin's [Bb7]lousy and her [Eb]hands are [Ebm]clammy,
But [Bb]what the [F7]hell, it's [Bb]home.
SUNG - Yes, for [F7]paradise the [Fdim]southland is my [F7]nominee.
Jes' give [F7]me a ham hock [Fdim]and a grit of [F7]hominy.
[F7]I wa[Bb]nna s[F7]tart re[Bb]laxin'
[Bb7]Down in [Eb]Birmingham or Jackson.
[Edim]And h[Bb]ave some [Fm]fun while [G7]no one int[C7]erfere[F7]s
I wanna [Bb]talk with southern [Bb7]gentlemen
And [Eb]put my white sheet on aga[Edim]in,
I [Bb]ain't seen one good [C7]lynchin' in years[F7].
The [Bb]land of the boll weevil,
Where the [Bb7]laws are medieval,
Is [Eb]callin' me to come and neve[Gb/E]rmore [Bb]roam[Bdim].[F7]
I wanna [Bb]go back [Bdim]to the s[F7]outhland,
That "y[Bb]'all" and "[Bdim]shut-my-[F7]mouth" land,
[Bb]Be [F7]it [Bb]e--[F7/Bb]ver
[Bb]so dec[Ab]-a-[G7]dent,
There's [C7]no [F7]place like [Bb]home[F7]. [Bb]
[Bb7]Take me [Eb]back to dear ol' dixie,
[Edim]That's the [Bb]only [Fm]li'l ol' [G7]place for li'l ol' [C7]me.
[F7]Ol' times [Bb]there are not for-[Bb7]gotten,
Whoppin' [Eb]slaves and sellin' cotton,
[Edim]And [Bb]waitin' for the [C7]robert E. Lee[F7].
spoken - (it was never there on time.)
I'll [Bb]go back to the swanee,
Where pel-[Bb7]lagra makes you scrawny,
And the [Eb]jasmine and the tear gas spell [Gb/E]just f[Bb]ine.[Bdim][F7]
I [Bb]really[Bbdim] am a-f[F7]ixin'
To go [Bb]back where[Fm6] there's no [G7]mixin'
Down [C7]below that mason-[F7]dixon [Bb]line.[F7]
[C]Poll Tax. [C]How I love ya, [C]How I love ya.
[C7]My Dear Ole Poll[C] Tax
(SPOKEN)
Won'tcha [Bb]come with [Bb7]me to [Eb]alab[Ebm]ammy,
Back [Bb]to the a[Bb7]rms of my [Eb]dear ol' [Ebm]mammy,
Her [Bb]cookin's [Bb7]lousy and her [Eb]hands are [Ebm]clammy,
But [Bb]what the [F7]hell, it's [Bb]home.
SUNG - Yes, for [F7]paradise the [Fdim]southland is my [F7]nominee.
Jes' give [F7]me a ham hock [Fdim]and a grit of [F7]hominy.
[F7]I wa[Bb]nna s[F7]tart re[Bb]laxin'
[Bb7]Down in [Eb]Birmingham or Jackson.
[Edim]And h[Bb]ave some [Fm]fun while [G7]no one int[C7]erfere[F7]s
I wanna [Bb]talk with southern [Bb7]gentlemen
And [Eb]put my white sheet on aga[Edim]in,
I [Bb]ain't seen one good [C7]lynchin' in years[F7].
The [Bb]land of the boll weevil,
Where the [Bb7]laws are medieval,
Is [Eb]callin' me to come and neve[Gb/E]rmore [Bb]roam[Bdim].[F7]
I wanna [Bb]go back [Bdim]to the s[F7]outhland,
That "y[Bb]'all" and "[Bdim]shut-my-[F7]mouth" land,
[Bb]Be [F7]it [Bb]e--[F7/Bb]ver
[Bb]so dec[Ab]-a-[G7]dent,
There's [C7]no [F7]place like [Bb]home[F7]. [Bb]
