Music & Lyrics Written By Howard Axtell

Just North of Dixie, there’s flavor in the air
Where the honeysuckle blooms, you’ll see it everywhere
It’s not every day, that I’m singin’ the blues
But you gotta know the truth, you got to hear the news

It’s cold, in the light of day
You’re a rebel, with the wind in your hair
You’re lonely, tryin’ to find you’re way
There’s trouble, North of Dixie
 
Saw a beggar in the alley, with a bottle of wine
Another lay beside him, trying to take his life
If you wake up in the morning, with cotton in your hair
The truth goes on unspoken, cause no-one really cares.

It’s cold, in the light of day
You’re a rebel, with the wind in your hair
You’re lonely, tryin’ to find you’re way
There’s trouble, North of Dixie

When the price of life, cuts you like a knife, you’re just a memory
Just save your soul and watch where you go
cause nothin’s free, believe me!!

It’s cold, in the light of day
You’re a rebel, with the wind in your hair
You’re lonely, tryin’ to find you’re way
There’s trouble, North of Dixie

North of Dixie, North of Dixie, North of Dixie