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I was born on the Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter youll ever find.
frame house, and gravel driveway
Willow and an old front porch
outside the city limits, down ol' highway 34.
I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place youll ever find (You won't find it).
That pappy Tobacco, growin' on the
Rolled it up and we it down.
Dont do much, but it you feel big
youre ten years old in a tiny town.
Yeah I was born on the Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
Yeah I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter youll ever find.
And a chicken pen, in the backyard
Clothes line running east to
Butterbean, and garden, six days and a Sunday rest.
Yeah I was born (I was born) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), red clay and Georgia
I was raised (I was raised) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), no sweeter place youll find.
(Awww, get it... Woo!)
Summertime, hot and hazy, bare and a water hose
Melon ripe, on a table
Lightnin' bugs, the sun goes down.
I was born (Yeah I was born) on the 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 youll ever find.
And the holy ghost on morning,
Gospel and a Bible read
Sunday lunch at mommas table, the Lord and break the bread.
I was born (I was born) on the Dixie (Dixie Highway), red clay and Georgia pines
I was raised (I was raised) on the Highway (Dixie Highway), no sweeter place youll ever find.
Had a in porch, right out the backdoor
Washing machine and an old stove
singing in the kitchen, rollin' homemade biscuit dough.
I was born (I was born) on the 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 find.
When Im old and Heavens
And they come to me away
Just lay me down, down in south
Bury me in the clay
Yeah I was born on the Dixie Highway, red and Georgia pines
I was raised (Yeah I was raised) on the Highway, no sweeter place youll ever find.
No place you'll ever find
No sweeter place- ever- find.