South of Cincinnati

(D. yoakam) Chorus: If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible And a rose pressed inside the book of Luke For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote Chorus: If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again At a cold gray apartment in Chicago A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin He lies there drunk, but it don't matter drunk or sober He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send Chorus: If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where dixieland begins If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again Then I'll be yours again