She left her home on the mountain as a young girl And she travelled and rambled all through the wide world And the world was Kentucky, and then Tennessee West Virginia to Texas, everything in between And her name would be different from place to place And her heart might get heavy sometimes With a worn prayer book in her guitar case In a boarding house room, her banjo she plays And the wind blows the mountain fern She sways and bends in the breeze And our Dixie Darlin is callin him Shes fallin right down to her knees Do you know who to please? The road it got dusty, hot, long and hard Travellin night noon and mornin in an old Packard car An though she found fame and fortune on the radio waves Well, it never came easy and she longed to be saved Those hills in Knoxville with their fine white mist Settled over everything Put a chill in her heart like the devils kiss In the morning light turns to the King And the wind blows the mountain fern She sways and bends in the breeze And our Dixie Darlin is callin him Shes fallin right down to her knees She finally knows who to please And it feels so good to hear your voice Rising up with mine Oh, that is a joyous noise And I hope someday you will understand why my song Must be sung for Him, played for Him Written for Him as theyre given by him, yes Ooooooh
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