Dixie Delusion

 

“Dixie Delusion”

All welcome to our stage tonight
The one called King of Dixie
Band along sing a song
Of love, fame, and beauty
 
House band, Birmingham
Lake Charles to Savannah
Round and round he weaves a web of song
 
He says, “Don’t you need to be like me?
I used to be like you.”
I was talking to this girl in a bar in Marietta
That sound hit my head as he crooned,
 
Won’t you sell your soul?
Won’t you sell your soul?
A Little gold, a little girl, a little name in the world,
If you sell your soul
 
So we jumped to our feet
And I said, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
And he said, “Son, I give you the world!
Take my hand, we’re off to the road”
 
Now I drive around these little towns
They call me the King of Dixie 
Band along, cover songs
Of money, fame and floozies
 
Nights are like neon lights
Burnt down to a glow
Round and round I sing that same old song
 
Don’t you want to be like me?
I used to be like you.”
As the words leave my mouth, well they taste mighty hollow
This ain’t like I thought it would be.  He said,
“Sell your soul?
Won’t you sell your soul?
A little gold, a little girl, a little name in the world
If you sell your soul, yeah
And night after night,
They say, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
But their dreams all end like mine
We took a leap and learned we’re alone.

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