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Dixie Highway

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I was born on the Dixie Highway, 
red clay and Georgia pines I was raised on the Dixie Highway,
 no sweeter place you’ll 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 you’ll ever find 
(You won't ever find it). 
That pappy Tobacco, growin' on the roadside 
Rolled it up and we smoked it down. 
Don’t do much, but it makes you feel big 
When you’re 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 you’ll 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 you’ll 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 you’ll ever find. 
And the holy ghost on Sunday morning, 
Gospel songs and a Bible read Sunday lunch at momma’s 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 you’ll ever find. 
Had a screened in porch, right out the backdoor 
Washing machine and an old wood stove 
Momma’s 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 you’ll ever find. 
When I’m old and Heaven’s 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 you’ll ever find. 
No sweeter place you'll ever find 
No sweeter place- you'll ever- find.

					

Diskografie Alan Jackson – Alan Jackson