Headed Back to Dixieland

by Long Road Home

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released 01 July 2013

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Attracted to bluegrass' power, simplicity, and honesty, Long Road Home focus on staying true to the tradition they find inspiring and meaningful. Each year more bands qualifying their brand of bluegrass with an adjective: “hard driving bluegrass”, “progressive bluegrass”, etc. Long Road Home is proud to just call themselves bluegrass. ... more

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Track Name: Headed Back to Dixieland
I'm headed back to Dixieland
Chattanooga town or Birmingham
Mississippi or Alabama
Maybe down to Louisiana
I've been thinking about Baton Rouge
Don't know exactly where I'm headed to
Seems all I ever do is ramble around
I ain't ever gonna settle down

Well they said north, son, that's where you go
But I never got used to the ice and snow
I wouldn't have gone if I would have known
I should have known better

But my momma always said, son, you better settle down
You never get nowhere by rambling 'round
But I never did care much for that little town
I should have known better

Chorus

Well they said Detroit, that's where you go
There's money and work for any old fool
so I spent some time standing on that row
I should have known better

Then there was Pittsburgh, in that steel mill
Hauling them rails up and down that hill
If I hadn't left, I'd be there still
I should have known better

Chorus
Track Name: Angelina Baker
Way down on the old plantation
That's where I was born
Used to beat the whole creation
Hoeing in the corn

First I'd work and then I'd sing
So happy all the day
Til Angelina Baker came
And stole my heart away

Angelina Baker
Angelina Baker's gone
She left me here to weep a tear
And beat on the old jawbone

I used to meet old Angeline
In the spring and in the fall
I'd meet her at the cornfield
And I'd meet her at the ball

Every time I met her
She was smiling like the sun
Now I'm left to weep a tear
Cause Angelina's gone

Chorus


Well early in the morning
And on into the day
I'd look for Angelina
But they'd say she's gone away

I don't know where to find her
Cause I don't know where she's gone
And now I'm left to weep a tear
And beat on the old jawbone

Chorus
Track Name: Polly Vaughn
Come all you hunters who follow the gun
Beware of your shooting at the setting of the sun
For Polly's own true love who shot her in the dark
Oh and alas, Polly Vaughn was his mark

For she'd her apron wrapped about her
And he took her for a swan
Oh and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn

He ran up beside her, he saw that it was she
Cried Polly, dear Polly, have I killed thee
He lifted up her head, he saw that she was dead
And a bucket of tears for his true love he did shed

For she'd her apron wrapped about her
And he took her for a swan
Oh and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn

One night in a dream, Polly Vaughn did appear
Cried Willie, dear Willie, you must have no fear
Just tell them you were hunting when your trial day has come
And you won't be convicted for what you have done

For I'd my apron wrapped about me
And you took me for a swan
Oh and alas, it was me, Polly Vaughn

In the middle of the trail Polly Vaughn's ghost appeared
Cried to the judge, her uncle, Willie Randal must go free
The judge and the jury looked on in a row
And there stood Polly Vaughn like a fountain of snow

For she'd her apron wrapped about her
And they took her for a swan
Oh and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn