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 wood frame house and a gravel driveway
Willow
trees and old front
porch
Just outside the city limits, out on
highway 3
4
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’ ma
chine 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 a
way
J
ust 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