Bury Me in Southern Ground - Rebel Son

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.

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.

(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.