Dixie Highway
(专辑: Thirty Miles West - 2012)
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 old front porch Just outside the
city limits, on the
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. And having tobacco growing 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. 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. Have a
chicken pen right in the
backyard Clothes line running east to west Butter bean 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 you'll ever find. Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet and a
water hose Melon rind 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 you'll ever find. And the
holy ghost on a
Sunday morning, Gospel songs and a
Bible read Sunday lunch at momma's 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 you'll ever find. Screened in porch right at the
backdoor, Washing machine and an old wood stove Momma's singing in the
kitchen, rolling 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 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. 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.