There are steamers running up and down

The Swannee River

And a tram car going by the cabin door

And a famous old plantation

Has become a filling station

Because Dixie isn’t Dixie any more

There are no more Avenues

Among the sweet Magnolias

Where the ladies used to drive their coach and ford

And far away down in heaven

Is now highway 97

Because Dixie isn’t Dixie any more

Now you wont see nobody

In the fields as white as snow

Because they’re all to busy

singing on the radio

And on the spot where all the traders

Used to sell they’re cotton

There is now a Woolworth five and ten-cent store

And where auntie had a shanty

There’s now a poster of Durant

Because Dixie isn’t Dixie any more

Now you wont see nobody

In the fields as white as snow

Because they’re all to busy

singing on the radio

And on the spot where all the traders

Used to sell they’re cotton

There is now a Woolworth five and ten-cent store

And where auntie had a shanty

There’s now a poster of Durant

Because Dixie isn’t Dixie any more

Dixie isn’t Dixie any more .