Paroles de Dixie highway

I was born on the dixie highway, red clay and georgia pines
I was raised on the dixie highway, no sweeter place youll ever find.
Wood frame house, and gravel driveway
Willow trees and an old front porch
Just outside the city limits, down ol' highway 34.
I was born on the dixie highway, red clay and georgia pines
I was raised on the dixie highway, no sweeter place youll ever find (you won't ever find it).
That pappy tobacco, growin' on the roadside
Rolled it up and we smoked it down.
Dont do much, but it makes you feel big
When youre ten years old in a tiny town.
Yeah i was born on the dixie highway, red clay and georgia pines
Yeah i was raised on the dixie highway, no sweeter place youll ever find.
And a chicken pen, right in the backyard
Clothes line running east to west
Butterbean, and tomato garden, six days and a sunday rest.
Yeah i was born (i was born) on the dixie highway (dixie highway), red clay and georgia pines
I was raised (i was raised) on the dixie highway (dixie highway), no sweeter place youll ever find.
(awww, lets get it... woo!)
Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet and a water hose
Melon ripe, on a concrete table
Lightnin' bugs, when the sun goes down.
I was born (yeah i was born) on the dixie highway (way down in dixie), red clay and georgia pines
Yeah i was raised (yeah i was raised) on the dixie highway (that dixie highway), no sweeter place youll ever find.
And the holy ghost on sunday morning,
Gospel songs and a bible read
Sunday lunch at mommas table, thank the lord and break the bread.
I was born (i was born) on the dixie highway (dixie highway), red clay and georgia pines
I was raised (i was raised) on the dixie highway (dixie highway), no sweeter place youll ever find.
Had a screened in porch, right out the backdoor
Washing machine and an old wood stove
Mommas singing in the kitchen, rollin' homemade biscuit dough.
I was born (i was born) on the dixie highway (dixie highway), red clay and georgia pines
Yeah i was raised (yeah i was raised) on the dixie highway (dixie highway), no sweeter place youll ever find.
When im old and heavens calling
And they come to carry me away
Just lay me down, down in south land
Bury me in the georgia clay
Yeah i was born on the dixie highway, red clay and georgia pines
I was raised (yeah i was raised) on the dixie highway, no sweeter place youll ever find.
No sweeter place you'll ever find
No sweeter place- you'll ever- find.