While The Band Is Playing Dixie G
It was on a day when soldiers wrote a line to those they loved |
I’m humming home sweet home It takes me back to Georgia though I’m far across the foam Once again beside the river with my Mary dear I roam While the band is playing Dixie I’m humming home sweet home Be it ever so humble no place like home Be it ever so humble no place like home They found within his pocket a bloodstained little note A bullet hole had pierced it through and through It began with darling Mary if I don’t come back again Just remember that my last thoughts were of you |