Well the shutters are cracked and dry now and the roof lets the rain seep in
The old four walls are ready to fall and the sign reads This House Condemned
Once a mighty plantation when a nation was at war
When mothers prayed for sons that went away and cried for ones that came back no more
But oh if this house could talk Lord of Dixieland's finer days
Before they tear her down before she hits the ground I'll bet this is what she would say
Early on one frosty morn they raised my timbers and I was born
Lord I remember the day
The mighty oak became my soul the Delta sun kept me from the cold
Lord Lord look away
I've seen history Robert E Lee and Johnny Reb hold his head up high
They can tear me down down down but Dixieland you will never die
Well the garden gate is rusty and the well is dusty and dry
The magnolia trees are swayin' in the breeze as if to hang their heads and cry
The ballroom is quiet and empty where music used to play
And the battlefields are resting and still with the ghosts of the blue and the gray
This house has seen it all Lord as time kept marchin' on
But I'll bet those walls can recall a story all their own
Early on one frosty morn they raised my timbers and I was born
Lord I remember the day
The mighty oak became my soul the Delta sun kept me from the cold
Lord Lord look away
I've seen history Robert E Lee and Johnny Reb hold his head up high
They can tear me down down down but Dixieland you will never die
But Dixieland you'll never die
