Subterranean Homesick Blues - Tim O'Brien

mama did the neighbors washing

papa did anything that papa could

by brothers worked at the sawmill

and i spent my time just tryin' to look good

laura lee night was the name i got

i know it was meant to be my natural name

but now folks all call me dixie

'cause dixie night was the night girl i became

now tupelo knows a dixie night is warm

and tupelo know about sweet dixie’s arms

that feels so right

yes, everybody loves a dixie night

tupelo streets were dirty

and to get where i got, i walked on every one (streets that is)

tupelo was good for mama

but that kind of life just made me want to run

so i set my sights on the city

knowin' i’d move up to bigger, better things

'cause dixie ngiht in new york city was

something i had seen in all my dreams

now new york knows a dixie night is warm

but dixie night is trapped in new york’s arms

and every night i cry wishin', lore, that i was home in dixie

this dixie girl was blind to look for things she knew

she coudln’t find, but no one cries for dixie night

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