I got a job up on a scaffold where I'm working
With my back in the wind and a rope to swing and work
And I been workin' hard all the morning
And a piece of lead on the end of a stick
Is whizzing by me all the while
It scares me bad my bad luck
And as for being bad luck, my bad luck
Well, it's nothing to what I have
I had three sons that are dead
And a daughter that is bad
Now, here's where I was bad, I was bad
So bad that I almost had to be
I couldn't be bothered with my wife
That I did not love.
I wish I were in Dixie again,
Singing dixie to the drum of Dixie;
It's the last time I'll tell you that,
I wish I were in Dixie again.