If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
  If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
  If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
  If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again
    She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible
  And a rose pressed inside the Book of Luke
  For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden
  Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote
    Chorus:
    If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
  If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
  If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
  If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again
    At a cold gray apartment in Chicago
  A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin
  He lies there drunk, but it don't matter drunk or sober
  He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send
    Chorus:
    If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
  If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
  If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
  If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again
  Then I'll be yours again