Sanoja: Hank Williams. Dixie Cannonball.

I'm aheadin back to Dixie,
Thats the place I long to be,
Where the cotton grows and the swanee flows,
Thats home sweet home to me,
where they meet you and they greet you,
With the sweetest how you all,
Well shut my mouth, I'm aheadin' South,
On the Dixie cannonball.

On the Dixie cannonball, on the Dixie cannonball,
Just listen to the whistle, it'll thrill you one and all,
And I know there's someone waitin', with the sweetest how you all,
Well shut my mouth, I'm aheadin' South, on the Dixie cannonball.

When I cross them smokey mtns. I'll be countin every mile,
When the whistle blows, I'll be on my toes,
And I'll shuffle down the aisle,
And I know I'll not be lonesome,
When I see them treetops tall,
I'm coming through on the big choo-choo,
On the Dixie cannonball.

On the Dixie cannonball, on the Dixie cannonball,
Just listen to the whistle, it'll thrill you one and all,
And I know there's someone waitin', with the sweetest how you all,
Well shut my mouth, I'm aheadin' South, on the Dixie cannonball.

Yes, I'm goin' back to Dixie, that's the place I long to be,
Where the cotton grows and the swanee flows,
That's home sweet home to me,
Where they meet you and they greet you,
With the sweetest how you all,
Well shut my mouth, I'm aheadin' South,
On the Dixie cannonball.

On the Dixie cannonball, on the Dixie cannonball,
Just listen to the whistle, it'll thrill you one and all,
And I know there's someone waitin', with the sweetest how you all,
Well shut my mouth, I'm aheadin' South, on the Dixie cannonball