And They Called It Dixieland 1916

by James Pitt-Payne, LondonUK - 29 Feb 2008
2008

I used to have a dear old Mammy,
In the days of Old Black Joe,
She used to cuddle me upon her knee
and tell me tales of long ago.
She said the angels built old Dixie,
and I know that's not a fib,
for to me it looks like heaven
and I'll tell you what the angels did.

They built a little garden for the rose,
and they called it Dixieland,
they built a summer breeze to keep the snows
far away from Dixieland.
They built the finest place I've known
when they built my home sweet home,
nothing was forgotten
in the land of cotton,
from the clover to the honeycomb.
And then they took an angel from the skies
and they gave her heart to me.
She had a bit of heaven in her eyes,
just as blue as blue can be,
they put some fine spring chickens in the land,
and taught my Mammy how to use a frying pan,
they made it twice as nice as Paradise,
and they called in Dixieland.

They built a little garden for the rose,
and they called it Dixieland,
they built a summer breeze to keep the snows
far away from Dixieland.
They built the finest place I've known
when they built my home sweet home,
nothing was forgotten
in the land of cotton,
from the clover to the honeycomb.
And then they took an angel from the skies
and they gave her heart to me.
She had a bit of heaven in her eyes,
just as blue as blue can be,
they put some fine spring chickens in the land,
and taught my Mammy how to use a frying pan,
they made it twice as nice as Paradise,
and they called in Dixieland.

My dear old Mammy never told me
where she learned this mystery.
And if I seemed surprised
she'd look so wise
and say: 'Ma chile, that's history!'
But she lived so long in Dixie.
She was old enough to know,
and I think she might have been there
when the land was built, so long ago.

They built a little garden for the rose,
and they called it Dixieland,
they built a summer breeze to keep the snows
far away from Dixieland.
They built the finest place I've known
when they built my home sweet home,
nothing was forgotten
in the land of cotton,
from the clover to the honeycomb.
And then they took an angel from the skies
and they gave her heart to me.
She had a bit of heaven in her eyes,
just as blue as blue can be,
they put some fine spring chickens in the land,
and taught my Mammy how to use a frying pan,
they made it twice as nice as Paradise,
and they called in Dixieland.

They built a little garden for the rose,
and they called it Dixieland,
they built a summer breeze to keep the snows
far away from Dixieland.
They built the finest place I've known
when they built my home sweet home,
nothing was forgotten
in the land of cotton,
from the clover to the honeycomb.
And then they took an angel from the skies
and they gave her heart to me.
She had a bit of heaven in her eyes,
just as blue as blue can be,
they put some fine spring chickens in the land,
and taught my Mammy how to use a frying pan,
they made it twice as nice as Paradise,
and they called in Dixieland.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
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And They Called It Dixieland 1916
Music by Richard A.Whiting
Lyrics by Raymond Egan
© MCMXVI by Jerome H.Remick & Co. - N.Y. & Detorit
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 29 February 2008 at 23.00
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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