I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pinesI was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever findWood frame house, and gravel drivewayWillow trees and an old front porchJust outside the city limits, down ol' highway 34I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pinesI 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 roadsideRolled it up and we smoked it downDon't do much, but it makes you feel bigWhen you're ten years old in a tiny townYeah I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pinesYeah I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever findAnd a chicken pen, right in the backyardClothes line running east to westButterbean, and tomato garden, six days and a Sunday restYeah I was born (I was born) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), red clay and Georgia pinesI 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 hoseMelon ripe, on a concrete tableLightnin' bugs, when the sun goes downI was born (Yeah I was born) on the Dixie Highway (Way down in Dixie), red clay and Georgia pinesYeah I was raised (Yeah I was raised) on the Dixie Highway (That Dixie Highway), no sweeter place you'll ever findAnd the holy ghost on Sunday morningGospel songs and a Bible readSunday lunch at momma's table, thank the Lord and break the breadI was born (I was born) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), red clay and Georgia pinesI was raised (I was raised) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), no sweeter place you'll ever findHad a screened in porch, right out the backdoorWashing machine and an old wood stoveMomma's singing in the kitchen, rollin' homemade biscuit doughI was born (I was born) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), red clay and Georgia pinesYeah I was raised (Yeah I was raised) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), no sweeter place you'll ever findWhen I'm old and Heaven's callingAnd they come to carry me awayJust lay me down, down in south landBury me in the Georgia clayYeah I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pinesI was raised (Yeah I was raised) on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever findNo sweeter place you'll ever findNo sweeter place- you'll ever- find
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Alan Eugene Jackson (Newnan, Georgia, 17 de octubre de 1958) es un cantautor estadounidense de música country. Mezcla la música honky tonk con los sonidos habituales del country. Jackson ha grabado 17 álbumes de estudio, dos álbumes de Navidad, dos álbumes de…
