Dixie Fried

A D A A On the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot A Dan dropped in around five o'clock A Took off his coat, said "The night is short" N.C. He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart N.C. D He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya A Rave on, cats," he cried D "It's almost dawn, the cops is gone E A Let's all get Dixie fried" A Well, Dan got happy and he started raving A He jerked out a razor but he wasn't shaving A And all the cats knew to jump and hop N.C. He was born and raised in a butcher shop N.C. D He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya A Rave on, cats," he cried D "It's almost dawn, the cops is gone E A Let's all get Dixie fried, fried, fried, yeah" Guitar Solo A D A A The cops heard Dan when he started to shout A They all ran in to see what it was about A And I heard him holler as they led him away N.C. He turned his head and this is what he had to say N.C. D He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya A Rave on, cats," he cried D "It's almost dawn, the cops is gone E A Let's all get Dixie fried, fried, fried Piano Solo A D E A A Now, Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw A He let us all know he wasn't scared of the law A And through the black crossed bar he tossed a note to his dear N.C. "It ain't my fault, sugar, I'm in here" Out-Chorus N.C. D For hollering, "Rave on, children, I'm with you A Rave on, cats," he cried D "It's almost dawn, the cops ain't gone A And I've been Dixie fried"