Now listen up real close— Her name is Dye… AN… na. Three beats. Dye — AN — na. That’s my girl. Hit it! Me an’ Dye-AN-na down by the creek, Stompin’ mud near every week, Barefoot racin’ dragonflies, Swappin’ jokes an’ fishin’ lies. I’d holler “Dye-AN-na!” cross the trees, Echo rollin’ through the breeze, She’d spin ‘round with that country grin, Sunlight dancin’ on her skin. Hey! It’s MARK! an’ DYE-AN-na! Boot heels slammin’ down in Savannah! Fiddle squeal an’ banjo ring, Harmonica make that backwoods sing! DYE-AN-na! clap them hands! DYE-AN-na! rule them lands! If love’s a stomp on a pinewood floor, We’ll stomp it out forevermore! Rooster crowin’ way off time, Pig escaped with my last dime, Goat chewed through my good straw hat, Cat just blinked like, “Fancy that.” Old hound dog sings bass so low, Washboard scratchin’ fast an’ slow, I yell “Dye-AN-na!” through the din, She just laughs an’ pulls me in. Say it with me now— Dye… AN… na. Not Dee-na. Not Dee-ANN-uh. It’s DYE… AN… na. That’s the name I call at supper. That’s the name I shout with pride. MARK! DYE-AN-na! MARK! DYE-AN-na! Twin fiddles racin’ side by side, Bass drum thumpin’ country pride! From muddy teens to weddin’ bands, From swamp-side dreams to steady hands, If forever’s loud an’ country strong— Mark an’ DYE-AN-na all lifelong!
