Dixie Highway

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 a gravel driveway
Willow trees and an old front porch
Just outside the city limits
But on old Highway 34

Yeah, 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

Rabbit tobacco growin' on the roadside
Roll it up and smoke 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, oh, let's go now

Had a chicken pen right in the backyard
Clothesline runnin' east to west
Butter bean 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, oh, let's hear it

Summertime, hot and hazy
Red clay and Georgia pines
Melon rinds on a concrete table
Lightnin' bugs when the sun goes down

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, oh yeah

Holy Ghost on Sunday morning
Gospel songs and the Bible read
Sunday lunch at mama'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, oh yeah

Had a screened in porch right out the back door
Washin' machine and old wood stove
Mama's singin' in the kitchen
Rollin' homemade biscuit dough

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, oh, pick it

When I'm old and heaven's callin'
And they come to carry me away
Just lay me down, down in the Southland
Bury me in the Georgia clay

Yeah, I was born on the Dixie Highway
Red clay and Georgia pines
Yeah, 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