The Face of Dixie

The Face of Dixie

by Roger D. Anderson

February eighteen sixty-two defending Donelson
and the Bonnie Blue
we gave em heck till Grant broke through
He struck the heart of Dixie.

Shiloh turned our men to boys
as we stormed a hornet's nest again
on the morrow we'll fail to win
the grand OLE fight for Dixie...

Now Dixie bows her head and cries
for those who fight and all who've died
forever I'll stand at her side
my heart belongs to Dixie...

At Franklin we charged the gates of Hell
where darkness silences the rebel yell
Cleburne died and thousands fell
on the blood-soaked ground of Dixie...

Hood marches on Nashville the desperate fight
we slept on frozen ground that night
God gave our bravest souls the right
to defend our beloved Dixie...

Now Dixie bows her head and cries
for those who fight and all who've died
forever I'll stand at her side
my heart belongs to Dixie...

Guns grow silent hardened foes embrace
colors furled inside their casings
surrender our arms but never our hearts
I'll live and die for Dixie...

I stood and watched as tears rolled down
the battle-scarred face of Dixie...