© 2021 (with the help of Daniel Decatur Emmett's famous Dixie chorus) Yank them statues - out of order, all your feelings - out of order Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land Back to the days I would race in my car, so many ways I would take it too far Reaction - blowout Come with me brother, all the way to Chicago Bins full of records as I run through the decades and I swallow the songs of my youth Hearing Blue Oyster Cult the very first time, taking on Juliets two at a time Reaction - blowout Those were the days I enjoyed cheap cigars, smoke through the rays of a bright summer star Reaction - blowout Time like no other with no signs of Gestapo God in our language, you could hear it from strangers and the love you would feel from afar Walking Pratt Boulevard down to the lake, passing past prostitutes, cops on the take Reaction - blowout Back in the day I would read magazines, newspapers then were not vending vaccines Reaction - blowout Yank them statues - out of order, all your feelings - out of order Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land