Dixie Don’t Shoot

Every Fifth Word for Five Repetitions
—for John Sims’s Afro-Dixie Remix Listening Party at the Bowery Poetry Club

November 2, 2015

 

I.

Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Cinnamon seed and sandy bottom,
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land.
In Dixie Land, where I was born in,
early on one frosty mornin’,
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land.
I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I’ll take my stand
to live and die in Dixie.
Ole Missus marry “Will the weaver”
Willum was a gay deceiver
But when he put his arm around ’er,
He smiled fierce as a forty pounder,
His face was sharp as a butcher’s cleaver
But that did not seem to grieve ’er
Ole Missus acted the foolish part
And died for a man that broke her heart
Now here’s a health to the next ole Missus
An’ all the gals that want to kiss us;
But if you want to drive ’way sorrow
Come and hear this song tomorrow
There’s buckwheat cakes and Injun batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter
Then hoe it down and scratch your gravel,
To Dixie’s Land I’m bound to travel,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

 

II

Oh, I wish I don’t shoot in the land of don’t shoot,
Cinnamon seed and sandy don’t shoot,
Look away, look away, dont shoot away Dixie Land.
In dont shoot Land, where I was dont shoot in,
early on one dont shoot mornin’,
Look away, look dont shoot, look away Dixie Land.
dont shoot wish I was in dont shoot, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie dont shoot I’ll take my stand
dont shoot live and die in dont shoot.
Ole Missus marry “Will dont shoot weaver”
Willum was a dont shoot deceiver
But when he dont shoot his arm around ‘er,
dont shoot smiled fierce as a dont shoot pounder,
His face was dont shoot as a butcher’s cleaver
dont shoot that did not seem dont shoot grieve ’er
Ole Missus dont shoot the foolish part
And dont shoot for a man that dont shoot her heart
Now here’s dont shoot health to the next dont shoot Missus
An’ all the dont shoot that want to kiss dont shoot;
But if you want dont shoot drive ’way sorrow
Come dont shoot hear this song tomorrow
dont shoot buckwheat cakes and Injun dont shoot,
Makes you fat or dont shoot little fatter
Then hoe dont shoot down and scratch your dont shoot,
To Dixie’s Land I’m dont shoot to travel,
Look away! dont shoot away! Look away!
Dixie dont shoot

 

III

Oh, I wish I don’t shoot don’t shoot the land of don’t shoot,
Cinnamon don’t shoot and sandy don’t shoot,
Look away, don’t shoot away, dont shoot away Dixie Land.
don’t shoot dont shoot Land, where I was dont shoot don’t shoot,
early on one dont shoot mornin’,
don’t shoot away, look dont shoot, look away don’t shoot Land.
dont shoot wish I was don’t shoot dont shoot, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie dont shoot don’t shoot take my stand
dont shoot live don’t shoot die in dont shoot.
Ole Missus don’t shoot “Will dont shoot weaver”
Willum was don’t shoot dont shoot deceiver
But when he dont shoot don’t shoot arm around ’er,
dont shoot smiled fierce don’t shoot a dont shoot pounder,
His face don’t shoot dont shoot as a butcher’s cleaver
dont shoot don’t shoot did not seem dont shoot grieve ’don’t shoot
Ole Missus dont shoot the foolish don’t shoot
And dont shoot for a man don’t shoot dont shoot her heart
Now here’s dont shoot don’t shoot to the next dont shoot Missus
An’ all the dont shoot that want don’t shoot kiss don’t shoot;
But if you don’t shoot don’t shoot drive ‘way sorrow
Come dont shoot don’t shoot this song tomorrow
dont shoot buckwheat don’t shoot and Injun dont shoot,
Makes you fat or dont shoot little fatter
Then don’t shoot dont shoot down and scratch your dont shoot,
don’t shoot Dixie’s Land I’m dont shoot don’t shoot travel,
Look away! dont shoot away! don’t shoot away!
Dixie dont shoot

 

IV

Oh, I wish I don’t shoot don’t shoot the don’t shoot of don’t shoot,
Cinnamon don’t shoot and sandy don’t shoot,
don’t shoot away, don’t shoot away, dont shoot away Dixie don’t shoot.
don’t shoot dont shoot Land, where I was dont shoot don’t shoot,
don’t shoot on one dont shoot mornin’,
don’t shoot away, don’t shoot dont shoot, look away don’t shoot Land.
dont shoot wish don’t shoot was don’t shoot dont shoot, Hooray! Hooray!
In don’t shoot dont shoot don’t shoot take my stand
dont shoot live don’t shoot don’t shoot in dont shoot.
Ole Missus don’t shoot “Will dont shoot don’t shoot
Willum was don’t shoot dont shoot deceiver
But when don’t shoot dont shoot don’t shoot arm around ’er,
dont shoot smiled don’t shoot don’t shoot a dont shoot pounder,
His face don’t shoot dont shoot don’t shoot a butcher’s cleaver
dont shoot don’t shoot did don’t shoot seem dont shoot grieve ’don’t shoot
Ole Missus dont shoot don’t shoot foolish don’t shoot
And dont shoot for a don’t shoot don’t shoot dont shoot her heart
Now here’s dont shoot don’t shoot don’t shoot the next dont shoot Missus
An’ don’t shoot the dont shoot that want don’t shoot kiss don’t shoot;
don’t shoot if you don’t shoot don’t shoot drive ’way don’t shoot
Come dont shoot don’t shoot this song tomorrow
dont shoot don’t shoot don’t shoot and Injun dont shoot,
Makes you don’t shoot or dont shoot little fatter
Then don’t shoot dont shoot don’t shoot and scratch your dont shoot,
don’t shoot Dixie’s don’t shoot I’m dont shoot don’t shoot travel,
Look away! dont shoot away! don’t shoot away!
Dixie dont shoot

 

V

Oh, I wish I don’t shoot don’t shoot don’t shoot don’t shoot of don’t shoot,
Cinnamon don’t shoot and sandy don’t shoot,
don’t shoot don’t shoot, don’t shoot away, dont shoot away Dixie don’t shoot.
don’t shoot dont shoot Land, don’t shoot I was dont shoot don’t shoot,
don’t shoot on one dont shoot don’t shoot‘,
don’t shoot away, don’t shoot dont shoot, look away don’t shoot Land.
dont shoot don’t shoot don’t shoot was don’t shoot dont shoot, Hooray! Hooray!
In don’t shoot dont shoot don’t shoot don’t shoot my stand
dont shoot live don’t shoot don’t shoot in dont shoot.
don’t shoot Missus don’t shoot “Will dont shoot don’t shoot
Willum was don’t shoot dont shoot don’t shoot
But when don’t shoot dont shoot don’t shoot arm around ’don’t shoot,
dont shoot smiled don’t shoot don’t shoot a dont shoot pounder,
His don’t shoot don’t shoot dont shoot don’t shoot a butcher’s cleaver
dont shoot don’t shoot did don’t shoot don’t shoot dont shoot grieve ’don’t shoot
Ole Missus dont shoot don’t shoot foolish don’t shoot
don’t shoot dont shoot for a don’t shoot don’t shoot dont shoot her heart
don’t shoot here’s dont shoot don’t shoot don’t shoot the next dont shoot Missus
don’t shootdon’t shoot the dont shoot that want don’t shoot kiss don’t shoot;
don’t shoot don’t shoot you don’t shoot don’t shoot drive ’way don’t shoot
Come dont shoot don’t shoot don’t shoot song tomorrow
dont shoot don’t shoot don’t shoot and Injun dont shoot,
don’t shoot you don’t shoot or dont shoot little fatter
don’t shoot don’t shoot dont shoot don’t shoot and scratch your dont shoot,
don’t shoot Dixie’s don’t shoot dont shoot don’t shoot travel,
Look away! dont shoot away! don’t shoot don’t shoot!
Dixie dont shoot

Contributor

Kristin Prevallet

KRISTIN PREVALLET is an American poet currently living and working in New York City. In recent years, she has appeared regularly at the Bowery Poetry Club. She has taught at Bard College, The New School for Social Research, and St. John’s University in Queens. She is also a literary translator of French, and was awarded a PEN Translation Fund Grant from PEN American Center in 2004.

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