I’ve Got Mason, where’s Dixon?


I’ve Got Mason, where’s Dixon?

Grab your crotch and dance

like choirboys in a whorehouse

shootin’ craps next to room number three

waiting for a low ride home

moan your way to heaven sheila

carry that heavy mattress home

sweet chariot swinging low from the trees,

strange fruit hangin’

I’m comin’ home sweet Jesus,

South’s gonna rise again

take back those cotton gins boys

cause the South’s gonna forgive your sins.