She got pie by the window

She got bread up in the stove

Lord I miss my loving mother

Lord I wish that I was home

Way up high on Dixie Mountain

Where the sun shines bright and clear

Lord, there stands a little cabin

How I wish that I was there

Late tonight there'll be singing

There'll be dancing all night long

How I wished I had my pain

How I wish that I was home

Way up high on Dixie Mountain

Where the sun shines bright and clear

Lord, there stands a little cabin

How I wish that I was there

This old boxcar's cold and dusty

And I don't know where I am

Half a day from Kingston Prison

Whеre I can't go back again

Way up high on Dixie Mountain

Wherе the sun shines bright and clear

Lord, there stands a little cabin

How I wish that I was there