Showboat coming up the river
  See her lanterns flicker in the gentle breeze
  I can hear the crickets singing in the evening
  Old Dixie Lily moving past the cypress trees
    My little boat she rocks easy
  I've been catching catfish in the creek all day
  Oh and I've never seen ladies like those on the big boats
  Must be fancy breeding lets you live that way
    Dixie Lily, chugging like a grand old lady
  Paddles hitting home in the noonday sun
  Ploughing through the water with your whistles blowing
  Down from Louisiana on the Vicksburg run
    Papa says that I'm a dreamer
  Says them skeetas bit me one too many times
  Oh but I never get lonesome living on the river
  Watching old Lily leave the world behind