When The Sun Goes Down In Dixie 1917

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 30 Jan 2008
2008

I just received a note today,
it had to come a long, long way
and inside there is a view
of a cottage where the grass is blue.
I left the old home long ago,
where the cotton blossoms
grow as white as snow,
Oh Gee! I want to be,
with my friends and family.

When the sun goes down in Dixie,
and the moon begins to rise,
that's the hour down in Dixie,
when the darkies harmonize,
Old Uncle Joe you'll surely see,
with his banjo on his knee,
and my little sister Hannah,
at the old piana,
pickin' out a melody.
Come to think about it,
I'm going back to the scenes of my childhood,
some day I'll fill the old folks with surprise,
when the sun goes down on Dixie,
and the moon begins to rise,
back in my Mother's arms,
I'll be in Paradise.

When the sun goes down in Dixie,
and the moon begins to rise,
that's the hour down in Dixie,
when the darkies harmonize,
Old Uncle Joe you'll surely see,
with his banjo on his knee,
and my little sister Hannah,
at the old piana,
pickin' out a melody.
Come to think about it,
I'm going back to the scenes of my childhood,
some day I'll fill the old folks with surprise,
when the sun goes down on Dixie,
and the moon begins to rise,
back in my Mother's arms,
I'll be in Paradise.

I'm goin' to send a card some day.
And just a few words I will say
they will mean the world you see,
to the Mother waiting there for me.
Because the words I'm goin' to write,
they will state:
"I leave for home tomorrow night."
She'll wait down by the gate,
what a picture that will make.

When the sun goes down in Dixie,
and the moon begins to rise,
that's the hour down in Dixie,
when the darkies harmonize,
Old Uncle Joe you'll surely see,
with his banjo on his knee,
and my little sister Hannah,
at the old piana,
pickin' out a melody.
Come to think about it,
I'm going back to the scenes of my childhood,
some day I'll fill the old folks with surprise,
when the sun goes down on Dixie,
and the moon begins to rise,
back in my Mother's arms,
I'll be in Paradise.

When the sun goes down in Dixie,
and the moon begins to rise,
that's the hour down in Dixie,
when the darkies harmonize,
Old Uncle Joe you'll surely see,
with his banjo on his knee,
and my little sister Hannah,
at the old piana,
pickin' out a melody.
Come to think about it,
I'm going back to the scenes of my childhood,
some day I'll fill the old folks with surprise,
when the sun goes down on Dixie,
and the moon begins to rise,
back in my Mother's arms,
I'll be in Paradise.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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When The Sun Goes Down In Dixie 1917
Music by Albert von Tilzer
Lyrics by Chas.McCarron
© MCMXVII by Broadway Mus.Corp.  New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 30 January 2008 at 17.49
in association with Doug Grierson
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