Dixie Fried

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On the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot
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Dan dropped in around five o'clock
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Took off his coat, said "The night is short"
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He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart

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He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya
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Rave on, cats," he cried
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"It's almost dawn, the cops is gone
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Let's all get Dixie fried"

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Well, Dan got happy and he started raving
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He jerked out a razor but he wasn't shaving
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And all the cats knew to jump and hop
       N.C.
He was born and raised in a butcher shop

N.C.          D
He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya
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Rave on, cats," he cried
                       D
"It's almost dawn, the cops is gone
      E             A
Let's all get Dixie fried, fried, fried, yeah"

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The cops heard Dan when he started to shout
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They all ran in to see what it was about
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And I heard him holler as they led him away
          N.C.
He turned his head and this is what he had to say

N.C.          D
He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya
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Rave on, cats," he cried
                       D
"It's almost dawn, the cops is gone
      E             A
Let's all get Dixie fried, fried, fried

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Now, Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw
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He let us all know he wasn't scared of the law
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And through the black crossed bar he tossed a note to his dear
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"It ain't my fault, sugar, I'm in here"

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For hollering, "Rave on, children, I'm with you
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Rave on, cats," he cried
                       D
"It's almost dawn, the cops ain't gone
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And I've been Dixie fried"

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