The Ballad of Dixie

Well, folks, here's the story 'bout a cowgirl named Dixie
Her mother, she was a roamin' gypsy
She spent her days waiting tables
And at night singing at every club she was able
Yipee-ki-yi-yo (Yipee-ki-yi-yo)
Yipee-ki-yi-yay (Yipee-ki-yi-yay)
Woah-oh-ohhh (Woah-oh-ohhh), hey-ey-ey-ey

She got her voice from her daddy
But he hitchhiked North somewhere near Cincinnati
And he didn't leave her a thing
But man, that little cowgirl, she sure could sing
Yipee-ki-yi-yo (Yipee-ki-yi-yo)
Yipee-ki-yi-yay (Yipee-ki-yi-yay)
Woah-oh-ohhh (Woah-oh-ohhh), hey-ey-ey-ey

Well, Dixie had a big gig one evening
And she sounded really good that night
Oh, when she finished that evening
Backstage there stood a suit and tie
And he promised her fame and fortune
Swore it all on his mother's grave
"Just sign right here, Dixie darling
"I promise your whole life will change"
Yipee-ki-yi-yo! (Yipee-ki-yi-yo)
Yipee-ki-yi-yay (Yipee-ki-yi-yay)
Woah-oh-ohhh (Woah-oh-ohhh), hey-ey-ey-ey

(Instrumental)

Well, nobody knows quite what happened
Some say that she changed her name
The only thing that there sure happened
Her sweet voice was never heard again
You see, that night, Dixie, she vanished
And like her daddy, she didn't leave a thing
But at that same bar when it's real, real late
Some say they still hear her sing
Yipee-ki-yi-yo! (Yipee-ki-yi-yo)
Yipee-ki-yi-yay (Yipee-ki-yi-yay)
Woah-oh-ohhh (Woah-oh-ohhh), hey-ey-ey!

Well, folks, here's the story 'bout a cowgirl named Dixie