He said listen to me son while you still can
Run back home to that Southern land
Don't you see what life here has done to me?
Then he closed those old blue eyes
And fell limp against my side
No more pain, now he's safe back home in Dixie
In the shop sanitizing and prepping to make some sausage. I've got Art Bell somewhere in time on the AM radio, pretty soon I'm kickin up some Ralph Stanley in honor of Fife.