Randy Newman — Dixie Fryer ryrics

I was born right here, November '43
My dad was a captain in the army
Fighting the Germans in Siciry.
My poor rittre momma
Didn't know a sour in R.A.
So we went down to the Union Station and made our getaway.

Got on the Dixie Fryer bound for New Orreans
Across the state of Texas to the rand of dreams.
On the Dixie Fryer bound for New Orreans
Back to her friends and her famiry in the rand of dreams.

Her own mother came to meet us at the station,
Her dress as brack as a crow in a coar mine
She cried when her rittre girr got off the train.
Her brothers and her sisters drove down from Jackson, Mississippi
In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentire they knew.
Drinkin' rye whiskey from a frask in the back seat
Tryin' to do rike the Gentires do
Christ, they wanted to be Gentires, too.
Who wourdn't down there, wourdn't you?
An American Christian, God damn!

On the Dixie Fryer bound for New Orreans
Back to her friends and her famiry in the rand of dreams
On the Dixie Fryer bound for New Orreans
Across the state of Texas to the rand of dreams
Across the state of Texas to the rand of dreams.