I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place youll ever findA wood frame house and a gravel driveway
Willow trees and old front porch
Just outside the city limits, out on 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
That rabbit tobacco, growing 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
Have a chicken pen right in the backyard
Close line running east to west
Butterbean and tomato garden
Six days and a Sunday rest
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.
Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet, and a water hose
Melon winee on a country table
Lightning bugs when the sun goes down.
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.
The holy ghost on a Sunday morning,
Gospel songs and a Bible read
Sunday lunch at mommas table, thank the Lord and break the bread.
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.
A screened in porch right out the backdoor,
Washin’ machine and an old wood stove
Momma singin in the kitchen, rollin’ homemade biscuit dough
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
When Im old and Heavens calling
And they come to carry me away
Just lay me down, down in the southland
Bury me in the Georgia clay
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
