You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame,
You've got the banjoes strummin'
And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band,
The whole plantation's hummin'
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame,
You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame,
Who ever thought a Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame.
You've made us feel alive again,
You've given us the drive again,
To make the South revive again, Mame.
You've brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame
You make the weepin' willow tree smile, Mame,
Your skin is Dixie satin,
There's rebel in your manner and your speech,
You may be from Manhattan,
But Georgia never had a sweeter peach.
You make the old magnolia tree bud, Mame
You make amelias bloom in the mud, Mame
You make the bouganville you turn purple
At the mention of your name
We're baking pecan pies again
To make the chicken pies again
This time the South will rise again, Mame
We'll shout my mouth and freeze my face
You've brought some elegance to the place
There's southerly harmony, catfish and tripe, Mame
We'll shut my mouth and damn my eyes
You've made the price of tobacco rise
The old watermelon is suddenly ripe, Mame
And down on the levee a beautiful bevy
of crinoline ladies has flocked
The way that they're squealin' gives me the feelin'
The Robert E Lee has been docked
The strummin' and ringin', the hummin' and singin'
is startin' to get out of hand
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland
You make our black-eyed peas and our grits, Mame,
Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame,
You came, you saw, you conquered
And absolutely nothing is the same.
You're special fascination'll prove to be inspirational,
We think you're just sensational, Mame.
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame,
You've got the banjoes strummin'
And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band,
The whole plantation's hummin'
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame,
You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame,
Who ever thought a Yankee would put
A little Dixie belle to shame.
You've made us feel alive again,
You've given us the drive again,
To make the South revive again, Mame.
Mame! Mame! Mame! Mame!

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