Dixie Lily

Showboat coming up the river See her lanterns flicker in the gentle breeze I can hear the crickets singing in the evening Old Dixie Lily moving past the cypress trees My little boat she rocks easy I`ve been catching catfish in the creek all day Oh and I`ve never seen ladies like those on the big boats Must be fancy breeding lets you live that way Dixie Lily, chugging like a grand old lady Paddles hitting home in the noonday sun Ploughing through the water with your whistles blowing Down from Louisiana on the Vicksburg run Papa says that I`m a dreamer Says them skeetas bit me one too many times Oh but I never get lonesome living on the river Watching old Lily leave the world behind