there is something sweet in the south it s seducing charm draws me home a still perfume on the gentle breeze b l a d e and the mornings of the pond the silent rippling of her lush waters where the past and present mend into one a quiet day nothing to do no real cares laying in her shadows on a porch swing sing for me young miss a dixie song with a southern drawl so delicious and so pure sing just once a dixie song for i am just a foolish young man caught in a cause i don t belong