Dixie Lily

Showboat coming up the river
See her lanterns flicker in the gentle breeze
I can hear the crickets singing in the evening
Old Dixie
Lily moving past the cypress trees
My little boat she rocks easy
Ive been catching catfish in the creek all day
Oh and Ive never seen ladies like those on the big boats
Must be fancy breeding lets you live that way
Dixie Lily, chugging like a grand old lady
Paddles hitting home in the noonday sun
Ploughing through the water with your whistles blowing
Down from
Louisiana on the
Vicksburg run
Papa says that
Im a dreamer
Says them skeetas bit me one too many times
Oh but I never get lonesome living on the river
Watching old
Lily leave the world behind
Dixie Lily, chugging like a grand old lady
Paddles hitting home in the noonday sun
Ploughing through the water with your whistles blowing
Down from
Louisiana on the
Vicksburg run
Dixie Lily, chugging like a grand old lady
Paddles hitting home in the noonday sun
Ploughing through the water with your whistles blowing
Down from
Louisiana on the
Vicksburg run
Down from
Louisiana on the
Vicksburg run