Alan Jackson - Dixie Highway (performed with Zac Brown) lyrics

[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] Wood frame house and gravel driveway Willow trees and old front porch Just outside the city limits, on the highway 34 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] Have a chicken pen right in the backyard Clothes line running east to west bu*ter bean and Tomato garden, six days and a Sunday rest [Chorus] [Verse 4] Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet and a water hose Melon rind on a country table Lightning bugs when the sun goes down [Chorus] [Verse 5] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 6] Screened in porch right at the backdoor Washing machine and an old wood stove Momma's singing in the kitchen, rolling homemade biscuit dough [Chorus] [Bridge] 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 [Chorus]