Bury Me in Southern Ground (Electric Version)

I was born in Dixieland
 Unreconsrtucted 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 is almost gone - in Southern ground I belong.
 My final hour is drawing near
 So friend come sit by me right here
 Lets 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.
 *Chorus*
 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 dont 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.
 Oh come my sweet angel of death!
 Sing Dixie while they bury me, so I'll hear it for eternity.
 I can feel the reapers touch!
 Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
 *Chorus*
 (Oh I wish I was in the Land of Cotton)
 Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand.
 I dont care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me down
 Just bury me in Southern ground.