Paroles de Dixie

Grab your coat And those things Without any fingers The peach ones That keeps you warm In the southern winter Off I go, window shopping with my mum We’ll go whistling dixie down the lane So who cares our purse is almost empty I’m the richest girl in dixie land Look away Look again She is still Holding my hand Holding my hand Grab your coat The cloudy blue one With the stripy buttons That keeps you warm In the southern winter Off I go, window shopping with my mum We’ll go whistling dixie down the lane So who cares our purse is almost empty I’m the richest girl in dixie land Look away Look again She is still Holding my hand Holding my hand Look away Look again She is still Holding my hand Holding my hand