DIXIE FLYER -- RANDY NEWMAN (1988) {4 min.} A+ Another masterwork from the magnificent music man, Randy Newman. I was born right here, November 43. My dad was a captain in the army, fighting the Germans in Sicily. My poor little momma, didnt know a soul in L.A. We went down to the Union Station and made our getaway. / Got on the Dixie Flyer, bound for New Orleans -- across the state of Texas to the land of dreams. On the Dixie Flyer, bound for New Orleans -- back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams. // Her own mother came to meet us at the station. Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine. She cried when her little girl got off the train. Her brothers and her sisters drove down from Jackson, Mississippi -- in a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew. Drinkin rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat. Tryin to do like the Gentiles do. Christ, they wanted to be Gentiles, too. Who wouldnt down there, wouldnt you? An American Christian, God damn! // On the Dixie Flyer, bound for New Orleans -- back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams. On the Dixie Flyer, bound for New Orleans -- across the state of Texas to the land of dreams. Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams. -- by Randy Newman
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