Artist : JACKSON, ALAN
Album : Thirty Miles West
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
With frame house and grandma driveway
With the trees and old front porch
Just outside the city limits, on the highway 34.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
And having tobacco rolling on the roadside
Rolled it up and we smoked it down.
Don’t feel much, but it makes you feel big
When you’re ten years old in a tiny town.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
Have a chicken meal right in the backyard
Close line running east to west
Water bane to make a garden, six days and a sun to rest.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet and a water hose
Melon and lime on a country table
Lighting the buds when the sun goes down.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi 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, praying for Lord and break the bread.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
I screamed in porch right at the backdoor,
Washing machine and an old, old, stove
Momma’s singing in the kitchen, rolling homemade biscuit dough.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
When I’m old and Heaven’s calling
And they come to care me away
Just lay me down, down in soft land
Here where me and Jordan play.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
Album : Thirty Miles West
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
With frame house and grandma driveway
With the trees and old front porch
Just outside the city limits, on the highway 34.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
And having tobacco rolling on the roadside
Rolled it up and we smoked it down.
Don’t feel much, but it makes you feel big
When you’re ten years old in a tiny town.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
Have a chicken meal right in the backyard
Close line running east to west
Water bane to make a garden, six days and a sun to rest.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet and a water hose
Melon and lime on a country table
Lighting the buds when the sun goes down.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi 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, praying for Lord and break the bread.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
I screamed in porch right at the backdoor,
Washing machine and an old, old, stove
Momma’s singing in the kitchen, rolling homemade biscuit dough.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
When I’m old and Heaven’s calling
And they come to care me away
Just lay me down, down in soft land
Here where me and Jordan play.
I was born on the Dixi Highway, red play and georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixi Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.
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