Dixie Highway (feat. Zac Brown)
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
A 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 you’ll ever find
That rabbit 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
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
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 you’ll ever find.
Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet, and a water hose
Melon lime on a country table
Lightning buds 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.
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.
I screamed in porch right out the backdoor,
Washing machine and an old wood stove
Momma singin’ 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 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 you’ll ever find
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