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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The Dixie Vote

To be sung to the tune of Dixie.

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Oh, they’re voting down in the land of cotton,
Confed’rate creeds are not forgotten,
Vote away, vote away, vote away
Dixie Land

The polling says they're all tied up there
Rick and Mitt and Newt collide there
Vote away, vote away, vote away
Dixie Land

They’re voting down in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land they’ll make their stand
There’s lots at stake in Dixie
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie

For Romney it’s a long away game
Cheesy grits his choice became
Vote away, vote away, vote away
Dixie Land

For Gingrich it is now or never
He’s got to win or quit forever
Vote away, vote away, vote away
Dixie Land

Oh, they’re voting down in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
Etc.

Now Rick Santorum’d like to win
If only to see Newt’s chagrin
Vote away, vote away, vote away
Dixie Land

If Mitt should win this, all agree
He’ll be the choice o’the GOP
Vote away, vote away, vote away
Dixie Land

Oh, they’re voting…etc.
Posted by Doggerelo at Tuesday, March 13, 2012

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