Lyrics:

Chorus:

If you ever get south of Cincinnati

Down where the Dogwood trees grow

If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon

To the home you left so long ago

If you ever get south of the Ohio River

Down where Dixieland begins

If you ever get south of Cincinnati

I'll be yours again.



She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible

And a rose pressed inside the Book of Luke

For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden

Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote:



Chorus:

If you ever get south of Cincinnati

Down where the Dogwood trees grow

If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon

To the home you left so long ago

If you ever get south of the Ohio River

Down where Dixieland begins

If you ever get south of Cincinnati

I'll be yours again.



--- Instrumental ---



At a cold gray apartment in Chicago

A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin

He lies there drunk but it don't matter drunk or sober

He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send



Chorus:

If you ever get south of Cincinnati

Down where the Dogwood trees grow

If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon

To the home you left so long ago

If you ever get south of the Ohio River

Down where Dixieland begins

If you ever get south of Cincinnati

I'll be yours again.



Then I'll be yours again...



--- Instrumental to fade ---