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I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place ever find.
frame house, and gravel driveway
Willow trees and an old porch
Just outside the city limits, ol' highway 34.
I was born on the Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter youll ever find (You won't ever find it).
pappy Tobacco, growin' on the roadside
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 on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
Yeah I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no place youll ever find.
And a pen, right in the backyard
Clothes line running east to
Butterbean, and tomato garden, six and a Sunday rest.
Yeah I was born (I was born) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), red and Georgia pines
I was (I was raised) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), no sweeter place youll ever find.
(Awww, get it... Woo!)
Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet and a water
Melon ripe, on a table
Lightnin' bugs, when the sun down.
I was born (Yeah I was born) on the Dixie (Way down in Dixie), red clay and Georgia pines
I was raised (Yeah I was raised) on the Dixie Highway (That Dixie Highway), no sweeter place youll ever find.
And the holy on Sunday morning,
Gospel and a Bible read
Sunday lunch at table, thank the Lord and break the bread.
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 (Dixie Highway), no sweeter place youll ever find.
Had a in porch, right out the backdoor
machine and an old wood stove
Mommas singing in the kitchen, rollin' biscuit dough.
I was born (I was born) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), red clay and Georgia
Yeah I was raised (Yeah I was raised) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), no place youll ever find.
Im old and Heavens calling
And come to carry me away
Just lay me down, in south land
Bury me in the Georgia
Yeah I was on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
I was raised (Yeah I was raised) on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter youll ever find.
No place you'll ever find
No sweeter place- ever- find.