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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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Wood frame house and gravel driveway
Willow trees and old front porch
Just outside the city limits, on the highway 34
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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
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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
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Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet and a water hose
Melon rind on a country table
Lightning bugs when the sun goes down
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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
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Screened in porch right at the backdoor
Washing machine and an old wood stove
Momma's singing in the kitchen, rolling homemade biscuit dough
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[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
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