Dixie Lily

Showboat coming up the river
 See her lanterns flicker in the gentle breeze
 I can hear the crickets singing in the evening
 Old Dixie Lily moving past the cypress trees
 My little boat, she rocks easy
 I've been catching catfish in the creek all day
 Oh and I've never seen ladies like those on the big boats
 Must be fancy breeding lets you live that way
 Dixie Lily, chugging like a grand old lady
 Paddles hitting home in the noonday sun
 Ploughing through the water with your whistles blowing
 Down from Louisiana on the Vicksburg run
 Papa says that I'm a dreamer
 Says them skeetas bit me one too many times
 Oh, but I never get lonesome living on the river
 Watching old Lily leave the world behind
 Dixie Lily, chugging like a grand old lady
 Paddles hitting home in the noonday sun
 Ploughing through the water with your whistles blowing
 Down from Louisiana on the Vicksburg run
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 Dixie Lily, chugging like a grand old lady
 Paddles hitting home in the noonday sun
 Ploughing through the water with your whistles blowing
 Down from Louisiana on the Vicksburg run
 Oh, down from Louisiana on the Vicksburg run