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Well, well
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
Down on the 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 will never find it
Let another Georgia boy
Come on in here, Zac
Had 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 (oh, let's go, Andy)
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
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
Aw, let's get it
Whoo!
Alright, good, Zac, do another now
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 (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 (on the Dixie Highway)
No sweeter place you'll ever find (oh, yeah)
The 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
Aw, yeah!
That's the way mama liked it
Alright, good Zac, do another now
Had a screened in porch right at the backdoor
Washing machine and an old wood stove
Mama's singing in the kitchen
Rolling 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
No sweeter place you'll ever find
Aw, pick it!
Are we gonna break down this thing good
When I'm old, 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
We love you Dixie
Amen