Dixie Highway Lyrics - Thirty Miles West - Alan Jackson

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 an old front porch 

Just outside the city limits, down ol' highway 34. 

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 won't ever find it). 

That pappy Tobacco, growin' 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. 

And a chicken pen, right in the backyard 

Clothes line running east to west 

Butterbean, 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. 

(Awww, lets get it... Woo!) 

Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet and a water hose 

Melon ripe, on a concrete table 

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Lightnin' 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 (That Dixie Highway), no sweeter place you'll ever find. 

And the holy ghost on Sunday morning, 

Gospel songs and a Bible read 

Sunday lunch at momma'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. 

Had a screened in porch, right out the backdoor 

Washing machine and an old wood stove 

Momma's singing in the kitchen, rollin' 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 (Dixie Highway), no sweeter place you'll ever find. 

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 

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. 

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