Dixie Flyer Intro: Dm Am Bb (2X) Gm Dm Eb F C Bb F Fsus4 F Am I was born right here, November '43 Bb F Dm C Bb My dad was a captain in the army fighting the germans in Sicily. F Fsus4 F Am My poor little momma didn't know a soul in L.A. Bb C F So we went down to the union station and made our getaway. Chorus: F Am Am7 Am Got on the dixie flyer bound for New Orleans Bb C F Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams. Am Am7 Am On the dixie flyer bound for New Orleans Bb C F Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams. Dm Am Bb Her own mother came to meet us at the station, Dm Am Bb Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine Gm Dm Eb She cried when her little girl got off the train. Dm Am Bb Her brothers and her sisters drove down from Jackson, Mississippi Dm Am Bb In a great green hudson driven by a gentile they knew. Gm Dm Eb Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat F C Bb Tryin' to do like the gentiles do F C Bb Christ, they wanted to be gentiles, too. F C Bb Who wouldn't down there, wouldn't you? F C Bb An american christian, god damn! Chorus by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com