Dixie - Manic Street Preachers

Wish I was in the land of cotton

There's a man waiting there

Who'll never be forgotten

Why did I have to go

Why did I go away

It was early on one frosty morning

I left the sleepy town I was born in

I wrote a letter that said I was going

And I laid it beside your bed

And now the concrete hurts my feet

New York's too big a city for me

Back down south from Dixie beside you

Honey is where I want to be

And then my cotton gown'll come tumblin' down

I'll make ya feel like a hell of a man

I want to be held tight in your arms tonight

In my sweet old Dixie land

Darling it seems like forever

Does the Mississippi still run free

I miss a little bit of Heaven

And your southern hospitality

These neon lights drive me crazy

I want to lay next to you and be lazy

Where the sweet magnolia blossoms

In the early morning Georgia air

Tonight it looks like snow

But this Gray Hound's starting to roll

I gonna be whistlin' Dixie

All the way back home to you