Bury Me in Southern Ground

I was born in Dixieland
 Unreconstructed 'till the end
 In Carolina I was raised by my grandaddy and my daddy's ways
 They both taught me right from wrong
 How to fight and how to get along
 But my own life now is almost gone
 In southern ground I belong
 My final hour is drawing near
 So friend come sit by me right here
 Let's laugh and talk about our lives and the good ol' days before I die
 Please give your word this vow you'll keep
 When I return to earth to sleep
 Let me dream forever under southern land
 With a dixie flag tied in my hand
 Friend, when my time is come
 Before they lay me down to rest
 Friend, in my time of darkness
 Please grant me just this one last request
 Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand
 I don't care if I'm in a box or not
 When they lay me down
 Just bury me in southern ground
 One last look at the countryside before I close my weary eyes
 Southern air for my last breath
 Here comes my sweet angel of death!
 Sing dixie while they lower me
 So I'll hear it for eternity
 I can feel the reapers touch!
 Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
 Friend, when my time is come
 Before they lay me down to rest
 Friend, in my time of darkness
 Please grant me just this one last request
 Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand
 I don't care if I'm in a box or not
 When they lay me down
 Just bury me in southern ground
 (Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton)
 Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand
 I don't care if I'm in a box or not
 When they lay me down
 Just bury me in southern ground