Grandpa took the boat from the old country
He raised himself a family in the land of the free
And my papa worked the mills right by his side
When my turn came it seems the well ran dry
We're gonna raise up the flag, strike up the band
Everybody's going down to Dixieland
So, honey, pack up your bags, let's make some new plans
Everybody's going down to Dixieland
Papa said, "Son, this is yours someday"
But then something happened, blew this old town away
I gotta find a new place where the sun will shine
Winter's cold up hеre on this unemployment linе
We're gonna raise up the flag, strike up the band
Everybody's going down to Dixieland
So, honey, pack up your bags, let's make some new plans
Everybody's going down to Dixieland, we're singing
So goodbye, Little Johnny
Goodbye, Little Sue
You know we'll still be friends
But I don't know when we're comin' back again
One, two, three, four
We're gonna raise up the flag, strike up the band
Everybody's going down to Dixieland
So, honey, pack up your bags, let's make some new plans
Everybody's going down to Dixieland, we're singing
We're gonna raise up the flag, strike up the band
Everybody's going down to Dixieland
So, honey, pack up your bags, let's make some new plans
Everybody's going down to Dixieland, we're singing