(Jack Yellen / Albert Gumble, 1917)
I've just come back from the South today
And there is one thing I'd like to say
Tho' I've been most everywhere
I've never seen such gals as they have down there.
It seems that each little peach you see
Is just as sweet as a peach can be
Tho' I can't describe them all to you
Let me name you just a few.
I kind of wish I'd have stay'd down there
It's not so much I need the air
But it's true and plain to see
Those little southern gals made a hit with me
And when I march to the wedding tune
I've got a hunch I'll be marching soon
When you see my bride you'll understand
Why I'm stuck on Dixieland.
There's Mary down in Maryland
She's mighty pretty And sweet
She'll make a hit with you
You'll go dippy over Mississippi
And the gals named Caroline
They're birds of a feather
So they flock together
And believe me they're just fine
Then there's Lucy Anna with naughty eyes
And a peach named Georgia who takes the prize
So if you get lonesome any time
Come across the Mason Dixon Line
And I'll introduce you to those Southern Gals.