Chorus:   If you ever get south of Cincinnati   Down where the Dogwood trees grow   If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon   To the home you left so long ago   If you ever get south of the Ohio River   Down where Dixieland begins   If you ever get south of Cincinnati   I'll be yours again.      She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible   And a rose pressed inside the Book of Luke   For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden   Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote:      Chorus:   If you ever get south of Cincinnati   Down where the Dogwood trees grow   If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon   To the home you left so long ago   If you ever get south of the Ohio River   Down where Dixieland begins   If you ever get south of Cincinnati   I'll be yours again.      --- Instrumental ---      At a cold gray apartment in Chicago   A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin   He lies there drunk but it don't matter drunk or sober   He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send      Chorus:   If you ever get south of Cincinnati   Down where the Dogwood trees grow   If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon   To the home you left so long ago   If you ever get south of the Ohio River   Down where Dixieland begins   If you ever get south of Cincinnati   I'll be yours again.      Then I'll be yours again...      --- Instrumental to fade ---