Fred Eaglesmith Dixie Mountain
She got pie by the window
She got bread up in the stove
Lord I miss my loving mother
Lord I wish that I was home
Way up high on Dixie Mountain
Where the sun shines bright and clear
Lord, there stands a little cabin
How I wish that I was there
Late tonight there'll be singing
There'll be dancing all night long
How I wished I had my pain
How I wish that I was home
Way up high on Dixie Mountain
Where the sun shines bright and clear
Lord, there stands a little cabin
How I wish that I was there
This old boxcar's cold and dusty
And I don't know where I am
Half a day from Kingston Prison
Whеre I can't go back again
Way up high on Dixie Mountain
Wherе the sun shines bright and clear
Lord, there stands a little cabin
How I wish that I was there
