Rock-a-bye your baby. With a Dixie melody. When you croon, croon a tune. From the heart of Dixie. . Just hang my cradle, mammy mine. Right on that Mason Dixon line. And swing it from Virginia
I'm always treading on dangerous ground. And everything seems to be upside down. Are you practicing for judgement day?. Or do you really mean those things you say?. Chorus. Day after day, night
I'm always treading on dangerous ground. And everything seems to be upside down. Are you practicing for judgement day?. Or do you really mean those things you say?. Chorus. Day after day, night