Chords for Tom Lehrer: I Wanna Go Back To Dixie (concert live) (1960)
Tempo:
124.2 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Eb
C
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb] [Bb] [F]
[C] [Bb]
you like to do on formal occasions like this is to take some of the various types of songs that we
all know and presumably [N] love and as it were to kick them when they're down.
Find that if you
take the various popular song forms to their logical extremes you can arrive at almost anything
from the ridiculous to the obscene or as they say in New York sophisticated.
I'd like to illustrate
with several hundred examples for you this evening.
First of all the southern type song
about the [F] wonders of the American South but it's always seemed to me that most of these songs
really don't go far enough.
The following song on the other hand goes too far.
[Bb] It's called I
want to go back to Dixie.
Go [C] [Am] [Bb]
back to Dixie [Eb] take me back to dear old Dixie that's the [Bb] only little
[G] old place for little [C] old me [F] old times [Bb] they are not forgotten whooping [Eb] slaves and selling cotton
[Bb] and waiting [C] for the robbery [F] leave it was never their own time I'll go back to the swanee where
[Bb] pellagra makes you scrawny and [Eb] the honeysuckle [Ebm] clutters up the vine [F] I really am a fixin to [Bb] go
home and [G] start a mixin [C] down below that [F] Mason Dixon.
[Bb] [Gm] [Eb] Oh Poltacs, [G] how I love you, how I love you, [Ab] my dear old [F] Poltacs.
[Bb] Won't you come with me to Alabama back to the arms of my dear old mammy her cookin's lousy and her
hands are [F] clammy but what the [Bb] hell it's home.
[F]
Yes for paradise [G] the Southland [F] is my nominee just give
me a ham [G] hock and a grit of harmony.
[G]
[Bb] I want to be [Eb] a Dixie pixie and eat [Bb] corn porn till [G] it's coming out of [C] my [F] ears.
I [Bb] want to talk with [Fm] southern
gentlemen [Eb] and put that white sheet on again I [Bb] ain't seen one good [C] lynching in [F] years.
[Bb] The land of the
[Bb] old weevil where the laws are medieval [Eb] is calling [Ebm] me to come nevermore [B] Rome.
[Bb] I want to go [F] back to the Southland
thank y [Abm]'all and shut [F] my mouth land be it ever [Bb] so [G] decadent [C] there's [F] no place [C] like home.
[Bb] [Db] [Eb]
[F]
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[F]
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[C] [Bb]
you like to do on formal occasions like this is to take some of the various types of songs that we
all know and presumably [N] love and as it were to kick them when they're down.
Find that if you
take the various popular song forms to their logical extremes you can arrive at almost anything
from the ridiculous to the obscene or as they say in New York sophisticated.
I'd like to illustrate
with several hundred examples for you this evening.
First of all the southern type song
about the [F] wonders of the American South but it's always seemed to me that most of these songs
really don't go far enough.
The following song on the other hand goes too far.
[Bb] It's called I
want to go back to Dixie.
Go [C] [Am] [Bb]
back to Dixie [Eb] take me back to dear old Dixie that's the [Bb] only little
[G] old place for little [C] old me [F] old times [Bb] they are not forgotten whooping [Eb] slaves and selling cotton
[Bb] and waiting [C] for the robbery [F] leave it was never their own time I'll go back to the swanee where
[Bb] pellagra makes you scrawny and [Eb] the honeysuckle [Ebm] clutters up the vine [F] I really am a fixin to [Bb] go
home and [G] start a mixin [C] down below that [F] Mason Dixon.
[Bb] [Gm] [Eb] Oh Poltacs, [G] how I love you, how I love you, [Ab] my dear old [F] Poltacs.
[Bb] Won't you come with me to Alabama back to the arms of my dear old mammy her cookin's lousy and her
hands are [F] clammy but what the [Bb] hell it's home.
[F]
Yes for paradise [G] the Southland [F] is my nominee just give
me a ham [G] hock and a grit of harmony.
[G]
[Bb] I want to be [Eb] a Dixie pixie and eat [Bb] corn porn till [G] it's coming out of [C] my [F] ears.
I [Bb] want to talk with [Fm] southern
gentlemen [Eb] and put that white sheet on again I [Bb] ain't seen one good [C] lynching in [F] years.
[Bb] The land of the
[Bb] old weevil where the laws are medieval [Eb] is calling [Ebm] me to come nevermore [B] Rome.
[Bb] I want to go [F] back to the Southland
thank y [Abm]'all and shut [F] my mouth land be it ever [Bb] so [G] decadent [C] there's [F] no place [C] like home.
[Bb] [Db] [Eb]
[F]
[Db] [Eb]
[F]
[Db] [Bbm] [N]
Key:
Bb
F
Eb
C
G
Bb
F
Eb
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_ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ you like to do on formal occasions like this is to take some of the various types of songs that we
all know and presumably [N] love and as it were to kick them when they're down. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Find that if you
take the various popular song forms to their logical extremes you can arrive at almost anything
from the ridiculous to the obscene _ _ or as they say in New York sophisticated. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'd like to illustrate
with several hundred examples for you this evening.
First of all the southern type song
about the [F] wonders of the American South but it's always seemed to me that most of these songs
really don't go far enough.
The following song on the other hand goes too far. _
[Bb] It's called I
want to go back to Dixie.
_ Go [C] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [Bb] _
back to Dixie [Eb] take me back to dear old Dixie that's the [Bb] only little
[G] old place for little [C] old me [F] _ old times [Bb] they are not forgotten whooping [Eb] slaves and selling cotton
[Bb] and waiting [C] for the robbery [F] leave it was never their own time I'll go back to the swanee where
[Bb] pellagra makes you scrawny and [Eb] the honeysuckle [Ebm] clutters up the vine [F] I really am a fixin to [Bb] go
home and [G] start a mixin [C] down below that [F] Mason Dixon.
[Bb] _ _ [Gm] _ [Eb] Oh _ Poltacs, [G] how I love you, how I love you, [Ab] my dear old [F] Poltacs.
_ _ [Bb] Won't you come with me to Alabama back to the arms of my dear old mammy her cookin's lousy and her
hands are [F] clammy but what the [Bb] hell it's home.
_ [F] _ _ _
Yes for paradise [G] the Southland [F] is my nominee _ just give
me a ham [G] hock and a grit of harmony.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
[Bb] _ I want to be [Eb] a Dixie pixie and eat [Bb] corn porn till [G] it's coming out of [C] my [F] ears.
I [Bb] want to talk with [Fm] southern
gentlemen [Eb] and put that white sheet on again I [Bb] ain't seen one good [C] lynching in [F] years. _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] The land of the
[Bb] old weevil where the laws are medieval [Eb] is calling [Ebm] me to come nevermore [B] Rome.
[Bb] I want to go [F] back to the Southland
thank y [Abm]'all and shut [F] my mouth land be it _ ever [Bb] so _ [G] decadent [C] there's [F] no place [C] like home. _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ you like to do on formal occasions like this is to take some of the various types of songs that we
all know and presumably [N] love and as it were to kick them when they're down. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Find that if you
take the various popular song forms to their logical extremes you can arrive at almost anything
from the ridiculous to the obscene _ _ or as they say in New York sophisticated. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'd like to illustrate
with several hundred examples for you this evening.
First of all the southern type song
about the [F] wonders of the American South but it's always seemed to me that most of these songs
really don't go far enough.
The following song on the other hand goes too far. _
[Bb] It's called I
want to go back to Dixie.
_ Go [C] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [Bb] _
back to Dixie [Eb] take me back to dear old Dixie that's the [Bb] only little
[G] old place for little [C] old me [F] _ old times [Bb] they are not forgotten whooping [Eb] slaves and selling cotton
[Bb] and waiting [C] for the robbery [F] leave it was never their own time I'll go back to the swanee where
[Bb] pellagra makes you scrawny and [Eb] the honeysuckle [Ebm] clutters up the vine [F] I really am a fixin to [Bb] go
home and [G] start a mixin [C] down below that [F] Mason Dixon.
[Bb] _ _ [Gm] _ [Eb] Oh _ Poltacs, [G] how I love you, how I love you, [Ab] my dear old [F] Poltacs.
_ _ [Bb] Won't you come with me to Alabama back to the arms of my dear old mammy her cookin's lousy and her
hands are [F] clammy but what the [Bb] hell it's home.
_ [F] _ _ _
Yes for paradise [G] the Southland [F] is my nominee _ just give
me a ham [G] hock and a grit of harmony.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
[Bb] _ I want to be [Eb] a Dixie pixie and eat [Bb] corn porn till [G] it's coming out of [C] my [F] ears.
I [Bb] want to talk with [Fm] southern
gentlemen [Eb] and put that white sheet on again I [Bb] ain't seen one good [C] lynching in [F] years. _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] The land of the
[Bb] old weevil where the laws are medieval [Eb] is calling [Ebm] me to come nevermore [B] Rome.
[Bb] I want to go [F] back to the Southland
thank y [Abm]'all and shut [F] my mouth land be it _ ever [Bb] so _ [G] decadent [C] there's [F] no place [C] like home. _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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