Well, here's a story 'bout a southern gal She got all the parts and she's built quite well And her name is Dixie Dynamite She's a lady with beauty and grace And she's got all this till you see her face A pair so big they'll really grab your eyes Big bad Bill was a man of means When he come around you hear Dixie scream They jumped in his Cadillac Everyday for them was fun Cruisin' on the highway called 101 They ain't comin' back, no Dixie, won't you be my wife Dixie, Dixie Dynamite? The truckers on their way back from Arkansas Couldn't believe now what they saw Dixie driving with her top on down When the sun come out, she don't waste no time Her and Bill drive to county line They sit there and talk about their dairy farm Bill said, "Dixie, won't you be my wife?" She said, "Yeah, babe let's share our life You seem to be the man for me" Dixie got as fat as a horse Bill dumped her and gave her a divorce He ran out the back door as fast as he could Well, he traded in his Caddy for some spandex jeans Now he's a stud and drives a Limousine He owns a disco club in Hollywood Dixie, won't you be my wife Dixie, Dixie Dynamite? © ALLEGIANCE MUSIC; ALMO MUSIC CORP; FREDDY JONES MUSIC; INAUGURAL MUSIC, INC; IRVING MUSIC INC; MUSIC PRISON PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com