Open Up The Golden Gates To Dixieland 1919

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 27 Sept 2007
2007

I dreamt last night
I was a choochoo engineer,
I could hear whistles blowin'
I was goin' far from here,
it was queer to my surprise
I saw Saint Peter on the track,
it's a fact he said to me
"Which way will it be?"
And I just hollered back.

Open up the Golden Gates
to Dixieland,
and let me in to Paradise,
don't keep me waitin'
there's a little Angel down there
I don't want to miss
she's going to meet me;
she's goin' to treat me
to a lot of heavenly bliss
and when I put my lovin' arms around her
I'm goin' to slip
a wedding band upon her hand
then give me time and you will see
a lot of little angels
that will look like me
Open up those golden gates
to dear old Dixieland.

Open up the Golden Gates
to Dixieland,
and let me in to Paradise,
don't keep me waitin'
there's a little Angel down there
I don't want to miss
she's going to meet me;
she's goin' to treat me
to a lot of heavenly bliss
and when I put my lovin' arms around her
I'm goin' to slip
a wedding band upon her hand
then give me time and you will see
a lot of little angels
that will look like me
Open up those golden gates
to dear old Dixieland.

Saint Peter said: "Well, come ahead,"
I flew inside,
almost cried,
when I saw my sweetie dressed up
like a bride.
At my side, Parson said:
"You two are wed,"
I kissed her then
my Big Ben the darned old thing
it started to ring,
and I woke up again.

Open up the Golden Gates
to Dixieland,
and let me in to Paradise,
don't keep me waitin'
there's a little Angel down there
I don't want to miss
she's going to meet me;
she's goin' to treat me
to a lot of heavenly bliss
and when I put my lovin' arms around her
I'm goin' to slip
a wedding band upon her hand
then give me time and you will see
a lot of little angels
that will look like me
Open up those golden gates
to dear old Dixieland.

Open up the Golden Gates
to Dixieland,
and let me in to Paradise,
don't keep me waitin'
there's a little Angel down there
I don't want to miss
she's going to meet me;
she's goin' to treat me
to a lot of heavenly bliss
and when I put my lovin' arms around her
I'm goin' to slip
a wedding band upon her hand
then give me time and you will see
a lot of little angels
that will look like me
Open up those golden gates
to dear old Dixieland.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Open Up The Golden Gates To Dixieland 1919
Music by Gus Van & Joe Schenck
Lyrics by Jack Yellen
© MCMXIX by Harry von Tilzer Mus.Pub.Co.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Thursday 27 September 2007 at 12.04pm
in association with Doug Grierson
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