(George L. Cobb-Jack Yellen / M. Witmark)

Hello there, stranger, how do you do
There's something I'd like to say to you
You seem surprised I recognize,
I'm no detective, but I just surmise

You're from the place I'm longing to be
Your smilin' face seems to say to me
You're from my homeland, my sunny homeland,
Tell me can it be?

 Are you from Dixie? I say, from Dixie?
 Where the fields of cotton beckon to me
 I'm glad to see you, tell me how be you?
 And those friends I'm longing to see?

 Are you from Alabama, Tennessee, or Caroline?
 Any place below the Mason Dixon Line
 Are you from Dixie, I say from Dixie?
 'Cause I'm from Dixie too.

It was 'way back in old '89
When first I crossed that Mason Dixon Line
Gee but I've yearned, longed to return,
To all those good old folks I left behind

My home is way down in old Alabam'
On a plantation near Birmingham
And there's one thing certain, I'm surely flirtin'
With those southbound trains