| Okay, here’s a song about my sweetheart down south |
| Now you might ask, «Is she a fox?» |
| Oh, shut your mouth |
| But her mama taught her to be seen and not heard |
| So when she’s having a good time, whoa, she coos like a bird |
| Well, she hails from Atlanta, she got a soft southern style |
| And the way she’s put together, holy mackerel, honey chile |
| Ah, she don’t like conversation, no, she’s never been one to chat |
| But when she holds me close, good Lord, she knows exactly where it’s at |
| She gets down to the nitty gritty, she don’t waste a lot of time |
| We start to spoon and pretty soon, she’s humming «Georgia on My Mind» |
| And when she makes those kinky little sounds in my ear |
| They’re not in any dictionary, but she’s coming through loud and clear |
| Yeah, my baby says she loves me without a single word |
| She’s my Dixie hummingbird |
| Well, now she hardly ever speaks, I guess she never finds the need |
| But you must admit that a thousand words don’t stack up to the deed |
| She lets her actions do the talking and she tries so hard to please |
| And is mighty fine, she’s all mine and I’m her main squeeze |
| Yeah, she’s really saying something with a language all her own |
| Well, she may not know the words but she can really hum along |
| And when she makes those kinky little sounds in my ear |
| They’re not in any dictionary, but she’s coming through loud and clear |
| My baby says she loves me without a single word |
| She’s my Dixie hummingbird |
| When my baby says she loves me without a single word |
| She’s my Dixie hummingbird |