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Whisky Dixie was a girl from the state of Alabama 
Her mother was a housewife and her father was a farmer
She came into the world in a field full of corn
Her mother had been drinking on the day she was born
And that is how Whisky Dixie got her name
And that somehow she was destined for fame

Her baby feet staggered the house as she laughed like a crown 
She was a blue eyed blond girl, who knocked everything down
She had no other siblings and was often all alone
But as she grew older she learned how to cope on her own
She would spend time in the basement, looking at old photos
And that’s is where she discovered, her father’s whisky bottles

She was only ten years old the first whisky she ever tasted
And she was only fourteen the first boy she ever dated
She sat there beside him smiling, in her cotton pink dress
He ordered a few beers and thought she would drink less
He watched her drink too much and said she was insane
The date ended badly and she swore never to date again

She was now a teenager, full of emotions and rage
She secretly drunk whisky after school, without her parents knowledge
Her father died on her graduation and her mother fell into depression
She drank and drank, trying to draw everybody's attention
After school she got a job, working full time as a bar maid
She stole as much whisky as she could, for she was poorly paid

Her mother got worse and she took her to a mental asylum
And then returned home to drink a whole bottle of rum
The farmhouse that had once being a happy home for her
Was now desolate and littered with notices of foreclosure
She walked around one last time knocking everything down
The next day she moved into an apartment in the town

Everyone knew her name and who she was
“Who is that poor drunk girl in black? Its whisky Dixie of course”
The free whisky was the only reason, Whisky Dixie kept her job
Without whisky, Dixie couldn’t even put a key in her door knob
She fell in love once with a man who drank as much as she did
But he left her and left town when he ran out of weed

Her mother died and in the chapel, Whisky Dixie smoked by her corpse
Alone in the chapel she drank, and puffed away all her hopes
She left town that day headed for nowhere in particular
She slept by day and stayed up all night like Dracula
Roaming bar to bar and  hitch-hiking with truckers, bikers and ex-inmates
As she drank on their tabs all over the united states
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