Way down yonder in land of tom cotton
old grudges there will be forgotten,
‘though some rebel made a noose for Bubba
‘cause he couldn’t stand to see no Bubba-lover.
But that sneaky nooser was so mad to see
so many drivers supporting Bubba in his 43
as they escorted Bubba to the front of the line
so he could drive his NASCAR in these troubling times.
So they’ll drive their race in Dixie, hooray! hooray!
In Dixie land they’ll take our stand to live and drive in Dixie,
Away, away, away down South in Dixie;
Look away, look away, away from our past in Dixie!
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