A Pinga e o Diabo - Bury Me In Southern Ground (Rebel Son)

Bury Me In Southern Ground (Rebel Son)


I was born in Dixieland
Unreconsrtucted till the end
In Carolina I was raised by my granddaddy and my daddy’s ways

They both taught me right from wrong
How to fight and how to get along
But my own life is almost gone - in southern ground I belong

My final hour is drawing near
So friend come sit by me right here
Let’s laugh and talk about our lives and the good old days before I die

Please give your word this vow you’ll keep,
When I return to earth to sleep
Let me dream forever under southern land
With a Dixie flag tied in my hand

Friend when my time is come,
Before they lay me down to rest
Friend in my time of darkness,
Please grant me just this one last request
Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand
I don’t care if I’m in a box or not when they lay me down
Just bury me in Southern ground

One last look at the countryside before I close my weary eyes
Southern air for my last breath
Oh come my sweet angel of death

Sing Dixie while they bury me, so I’ll hear it for eternity
I can feel the reaper’s touch
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Friend when my time is come,
Before they lay me down to rest
Friend in my time of darkness,
Please grant me just this one last request
Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand
I don’t care if I’m in a box or not when they lay me down
Just bury me in southern ground

(Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton)

Dixieland is where I wanna make my final stand
I don’t care if I’m in a box or not when they lay me down
Just bury me in southern ground