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 final 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
But 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 swaying in the breeze
As if to hang their heads and cry
The ballroom's quiet and empty
Where the music used to play
And the battlefields
Are resting still
With the ghosts of the blue and the gray
This house has seen it all, Lord
As time kept marching 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
But they can tear me down, down, down
But Dixieland
You will never die
But Dixieland
You will never die