Showboat coming up the river See her lanterns flicker in the gentle breeze
I can hear the crickets singing in the evening Old Dixie Lily moving past the cypress trees
My little boat she rocks easy I´ve been catching catfish in the creek all day Oh and I´ve never seen ladies like those on the big boats Must be fancy breeding lets you live that way
Dixie Lily, chugging like a grand old lady Paddles hitting home in the noonday sun Ploughing through the water with your whistles blowing Down from Louisiana on the Vicksburg run
Papa says that I´m a dreamer Says them skeetas bit me one too many times Oh but I never get lonesome living on the river