I want to be, I want to be,
I want to be down home in Dixie,
Where the hens are doggone glad to lay,
Scrambled eggs in the new mown hay,
You ought to see, you ought to see,
You ought to see my home in Dixie.
You can tell the world I’m going to D-I-X-I don’t know how to spell it,
But I’m goin’, you be I’m goin’, To my home in Dixie land.