Subterranean Homesick Blues

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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