You coax the blues right
out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right
off of the corn, Mame,
You've got that banjo’s strummin'
And plunkin' out a tune
to beat the band,
The whole plantation's hummin'
Since you brought Dixie
back to Dixieland.

You make the cotton
easy to pick, Mame,
You give my old mint
julep a kick, Mame,
Who ever thought a
Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame.
You've made us feel alive again,
You've given us the drive again,
To make the South
revive again, Mame.

(You've brought the cake-walk
 back into style, Mame
You make the weepin'
willow tree smile, Mame,)

Your skin is Dixie satin,
There's rebel in your
manner and your speech,
You may be from Manhattan,
But Georgia never had a sweeter peach.

You make our black-eyed
peas and our grits, Mame,
Seem like our bill of fare
at the Ritz, Mame,
You came, you saw, you conquered
And absolutely nothing is the same.
You're special fascination'll
prove to be inspirational,
We think you're just
sensational, Mame.

Since you brought Dixie
back to Dixieland

You make our black-eyed peas
and our grits, Mame,
Seem like our bill of fare
at the Ritz, Mame,
You came, you saw, you conquered
And absolutely nothing is the same.
You're special fascination'll
prove to be inspirational,
We think you're just
sensational, Mame

You coax the blues right
out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right
off of the corn, Mame,
You've got that banjo’s strummin'
And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band,
The whole plantation's hummin'
Since you brought Dixie
back to Dixieland.

You make the cotton
easy to pick, Mame,
You give my old mint
julep a kick, Mame,
Who ever thought a
Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame.
You've made us feel alive again,
You've given us the drive again,
To make the South
revive again, Mame.
Mame, Mame, Mame,
Mame