okay here’s a song about my sweetheart down southnow you might ask, « is he a fox? » oh, shut your mouth!now his mama taught him to be seen and not heardso, when he’s having a good time, oh he coo’s like a birdWell, he hails from Atlanta,he’s got a soft southern styleand the way he’s put together,holy mackrel, honey chilehe don’t like conversation,no he’s never been one to chatbut when he hold me close,Good Lord, he knows exactly where it’s athe gets down to the nitty gritty,he don’t waste alot of timewe start to spoon and pretty soonhe’s humming « Georgia On My Mind »and then he makesthose kinky little sounds in my earthey’re not in any dictionarybut it’s coming through loud and clearwhen my baby says he loves mewithout a single word,he’s my dixie hummingbird(humming « Dixieland »)Well now, he hardly ever speaks,i guess he never finds the needbut you must admit that a thousand wordsdon’t stack up to the deedhe lets his actions do the talkingand he tries so hard to pleaseand it’s mighty fine, he’s all mineand i’m his main squeezeyeah, he’s really saying somethingwith a language all his ownwell, he may not know the wordsbut he can really hum alongand when he makes those kinkylittle sounds in my earthey’re not in any dictionarybut he’s coming through loud and clearwhen my baby says he loves mewithout a single word,he’s my dixie hummingbird(humming « Dixieland »)when my baby says he loves mewithout a single word,he’s my Dixie, he’s my Dixie Hummingbird(humming « Dixieland »)(humming « Dixieland »)(humming « Dixieland »)