She left her home on the mountain as a young girl
And she travelled and rambled all through the wide world
And the world was Kentucky, and then Tennessee
West Virginia to Texas, everything in between
And her name would be different from place to place
And her heart might get heavy sometimes
With a worn prayer book in her guitar case
In a boarding house room, her banjo she plays

And the wind blows the mountain fern
She sways and bends in the breeze
And our Dixie Darlin' is callin' him
She's fallin' right down to her knees
Do you know who to please?

The road it got dusty, hot, long and hard
Travellin' night, noon and mornin' in an old Packard car
An' though she found fame and fortune on the radio waves
Well, it never came easy and she longed to be saved
Those hills in Knoxville with their fine white mist
Settled over everything
Put a chill in her heart like the devil's kiss
In the morning light turns to the King

And the wind blows the mountain fern
She sways and bends in the breeze
And our Dixie Darlin' is callin' him
She's fallin' right down to her knees
She finally knows who to please

And it feels so good just to hear your voice
Rising up with mine
Oh, that is a joyous noise
And I hope someday you will understand why my song
Must be sung for Him, played for Him,
Written for Him as they're given by him, yes

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