"Goodbye Dixe" by Corey Smith from the CD "Hard-Headed Fool"      (Whistling Dixie)      Passed an old plantation home off Hwy. 41   Been around since 1850, way before the Union come   Built up on a hill, its got a 500-acre view   But there ain’t been no cotton there since Sherman’s boys marched through   They’ve come and burned us down   Guess we had it comin’      (Whistling Dixie)      Jumped out of my pickup truck, there was something in the wind   Filled my soul with empty and sent a chill across my skin   Heard the ghost of a black man hollerin’ “Blue” across the field   He said “I sold my only daughter to keep that mansion on a hill”   They wanted to burn it down   Aww, but it wouldn’t do no good       I cried Goodbye Dixie, go rest in peace   We’ve got enough trouble here without you haunting me   We buried that cross now we’re looking ahead   So go on Dixie don’t bother me, I’m tryin’ to forget      Drove up to the courthouse that holds the county seat   I walked underneath the poplar trees, casting shadows on Main Street   I read the old bronze marker I’d seen many times before   And after all these years I learned what those branches were for   They used to hang ‘em here, back in the days of ole Jim Crowe      A black man I knew from high school came walkin’ out in chains   He used to make me laugh, but now his eyes were filled with pain   He got busted sellin’ rock down there on MLK   So the county came and locked him up and took his kids away   Oh, he used to seem alright to me   Man, I wonder what went wrong      I cried Goodbye Dixie, go rest in peace   We’ve got enough trouble here without you haunting me   We buried that cross now I’m looking ahead   So go on Dixie don’t bother me, I’m tryin’ to forget      Way down yonder in the land of cotton, oh how times have changed   But I wonder if the truth is marching on   Its hard to be a Southern man and learn your history   Cause it all comes back and hits you close to home      I cried Goodbye Dixie, go rest in peace   We’ve got enough trouble here without you haunting me   We buried that cross now I’m trying to make a dime   So go on Dixie don’t bother me,    So go on Dixie don’t bother me,   So go on Dixie don’t bother me,   Because I ain’t got the time