Grab your coat and those things
Without any fingers, the peach ones
That keep you warm in the southern winter
Off I go window shopping with my mom
We’ll go whistling Dixie down the lane
So who cares, our purse is almost empty
I’m the richest girl in Dixie land
Look away, look again,
She is still holding my hand
Holding my hand
Grab your coat the cloudy blue one
With the stripy buttons
That keep you warm in the southern winter
Off I go window shopping with my mom
We’ll go whistling Dixie down the lane
So who cares, our purse is almost empty
I’m the richest girl in Dixie land
Look away, look again,
She is still holding my hand
Holding my hand
Look away, look again,
She is still holding my hand
Holding my hand