Pucker Up Dixie
Well, River Street, down in Savannah
Well, Scarlett O’ Hara’s in underground Atlanta
Printer’s Alley in Nashville, Tennessee
The Beall Street blues made a fool out of me
I love the Southland and grant me one wish
Pucker up Dixie and give me a kiss!
Well, Charleston’s history is an ever-flowin’ fountain
You can see seven states from Lookout Mountain
Bourbon Street, where we ain’t got a care
The Chattanooga Choo Choo can take you there
I love the Southland, and I’m tellin’ you this
Pucker up Dixie and give me a kiss!
Well, mint julips at the Derby
Well ain’t we lucky?
Rollin’ in the bluegrass of ‘ol Kentucky
Life down here ain’t never been hard
A swingin’ in a hammock in Heaven’s backyard
I love the Southland and grant me one wish
Pucker up Dixie and give me a kiss!
Well now, once they tried to take you away from us
Uh-uh!
Well now, we wouldn’t have it
It caused a terrible fuss!
Well, hell no, we ain’t forgettin’ bout the shrimp boats
Crimson crustaceans
Long legs and sunshine put the, “T,” in temptation
Mississippi Delta, wisteria vines
And you can almost smell ‘em from that Alabama line
I love the Southland and grant me one wish
Pucker up Dixie and give me a kiss!
Well now, once they tried to take you away from us
Uh-uh!
Well now, we wouldn’t have it, hell no!
It caused a terrible fuss!
Well, hell no, we ain’t forgettin’ bout the shrimp boats
Crimson crustaceans
Long legs and sunshine put the, “T,” in temptation
Mississippi Delta, wisteria vines
And you can almost smell ‘em from that Florabama line
I love the Southland, and I’m tellin’ you this
Pucker up Dixie and give me a kiss!
Lyrics Submitted by John Reno