[WARNING: This song contains antiquated racial language. It is presented here for historical and educational purposes only.]
A popular song from 1929.
Words by Jack Yellen.
Music by Milton Ager.
Sheet music provided by Laurence Rubenstein:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Who’s goin’ my way? Come along quick
South where the breezes blow
Leave this stormland
Come away to a warm land
Pack up, fly ‘way, learn an old trick
All of the wise birds know
Head due south, you can’t miss it
Let me be explicit
Chorus
When you see blue skies and fields of white
And the sun is shining bright
Yes, suh! That’s the good old Sunny South
When you hear the same old robin sing
That you heard up north in spring
Yes, suh! That’s the good old Sunny South
Where your heart wants to play
And your feet want to dance
Where the close of each day
Brings a night of romance
Where you meet those gals who sweetly drawl
“Mighty glad to see you-all”
Yes, suh! That’s the good old Sunny South
- How’s that suit you? Now do you know
Why I am Dixie bound?
Now quit stallin’
That our train that they’re callin’
See the choo choo rarin’ to go
Just like a racin’ hound
In the mornin’ we’ll be there
Told you what you’ll see there
Patter
“Trains leaving for all points south”
All aboard! we sure are trav’lin’ fast
That was Maryland that we just passed
Fields of corn! Look at those pigs
Hey Sam! Future kosher sweet Virginia ham
Tobacco fields! pick out the brand you like
Growing over there’s your Lucky Strike
Here’s a million Camels to be sold
Stop that cough! we’re passing through Old Gold
Over there see how the cotton grows
To be made up into “all-wool” clothes
See that cabin on the Swanee shore
That’s Al Jolson’s Mammy by the door
Uncle Tom right there before my eyes
That might be Lon Chaney in disguise
Who’s those darkies talkin’? Don’t you know?
That’s Moran and Mack upon the radio
“Last stop! Dixieland! All Out!
Sung here by Fred Feild: