Hey, @RobMc, in my post in response to your post on another thread (read that fast three times . . .), I referred to the song "Dixie Land."
When I was in the third grade, our music teacher--who was from Dallas, Texas--had us sing that song regularly.
Heck, when you're only 7 years old (I skipped second grade because the tests I took said I could) like I was in the third grade, you have no idea what in the heck "Dixie Land" is.
"In Dixie Land, where I was born,
early on a frosty-morn', Look away,
look away, look away, Dixie-Land . . .
"I wish I was in Dixie, away . . . away . . ., in Dixie-Land,
I'll take my stand, to live, and die, in Dixie . . .
Away . . ., away . . ., away down-south in Dixie . . .
Away . . ., away . . ., away down-south in Dixie . . ."
To this day, this fellow, who's lived in Alaska all of his 51 years, still can't get that confounded song outta his head.
Lol.
Guess I'll have to "take my stand to live and die in Dixie."
Ayaq