Big Bob Young: Music

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INSPIRATION; my Dad provided the inspiration for this song when he lived in Joliet Illinois. He told me that if something should happen to him while they were there not to bury him up north but carry him home to Arkansas where he could hear the mocking birds. Initially the song was about a country boy who toiled "chopping cotton" and dreamed of the big city. I changed the focus later fearing that not enough people in the world would any longer know what chopping cotton was all about.

LYRICS:
Bury me in Dixie

There’s a wind from the south tonight
Magnolia’s on the air
Takes me back to a better time
Lord I wish that I was there
Where mockinbirds sing sweet renditions
Not a worry not a care
Lived our lives by old traditions
Always start supper with a prayer

CH Please bury me back in Dixie
Where I can hear that mockinbird
Break the early mornin’ silence
Not a sound from the city can be heard

BR In a worn out van with a three piece band
I dreamed of how I might get away
So I packed up all my dreams and went to Nashville
Swore that I’d be back someday

Now I‘m livin’ in the suburbs
Got a pickup truck that’s never seen a gravel road
But in my mind come Monday mornin’
I’m walkin’ barefoot ‘round my favorite fishin’ hole

CH

Not a sound from the city can be heard

Written by Bob Young