Randy Newman - Dixie Flyer lyrics

I was born right here november '43
Dad was a captain in the army
Fighting the Germans in Sicily
My poor little mama didn't know a soul in LA
So we went down to the Union Station
Made our getaway

Got on the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
Across the state of Texas
To the land of dreams on the Dixie Flyer
Bound for New Orleans
Back to her friends and her family
In the land of dreams her own mother came
To meet us at the station
Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine
She cried when her little girl
Got off the train
Her brothers and her sisters
Came down from Jackson, mississippi
In a great green Hudson driven
By a Gentile they knew
Drinkin' rye whiskey from a
Flask in the backseat
Tryin' to do like the Gentiles do
Christ, they wanted to be Gentiles, too
Who wouldn't down there, wouldn't you?
An American Christian goddamn

On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
Back to her friends and her family
In the land of dreams on the Dixie Flyer
Bound for New Orleans
Across the state of Texas
To the land of dreams
Across the state of Texas
To the land of dreams