Dixie Dynamite Lyrics - Singles - The Freddy Jones Band

Well, here's a story 'bout a southern gal 

She got all the parts and she's built quite well 

And her name is Dixie Dynamite 

She's a lady with beauty and grace 

And she's got all this till you see her face 

A pair so big they'll really grab your eyes 

Big bad Bill was a man of means 

When he come around you hear Dixie scream 

They jumped in his Cadillac 

Everyday for them was fun 

Cruisin' on the highway called 101 

They ain't comin' back, no 

Dixie, won't you be my wife 

Dixie, Dixie Dynamite? 

The truckers on their way back from Arkansas 

Couldn't believe now what they saw 

Dixie driving with her top on down 

When the sun come out, she don't waste no time 

Her and Bill drive to county line 

They sit there and talk about their dairy farm 

Bill said, "Dixie, won't you be my wife?" 

She said, "Yeah, babe let's share our life 

You seem to be the man for me" 

Dixie got as fat as a horse 

Bill dumped her and gave her a divorce 

He ran out the back door as fast as he could 

Well, he traded in his Caddy for some spandex jeans 

Now he's a stud and drives a Limousine 

He owns a disco club in Hollywood 

Dixie, won't you be my wife 

Dixie, Dixie Dynamite?