[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find
[G]A wood frame house and a gravel driveway
Willow [C]trees and old front [G]porch
Just outside the city limits, out on [D7]highway 3[G]4
[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find
[G]That rabbit tobacco, growing on the roadside
Rolled it [C]up and we smoked it [G]down.
[G]Dont do much, but it makes you feel big
When youre ten years [D7]old in a tiny [G]town
[G]Yeah I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
Yeah I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find
[G]Have a chicken pen right in the backyard
Close [C]line running east to [G]west
[G]Butterbean and tomato garden
Six [D7]days and a Sunday [G]rest
[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find.
[G]Summertime, hot and hazy, bare [C]feet, and a water [G]hose
[G]Melon winee on a country table
Lightning [D7]bugs when the sun goes [G]down.
[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find.
[G]The holy ghost on a Sunday morning,
Gospel [C]songs and a Bible [G]read
Sunday lunch at mommas table, thank the [D7]Lord and break the [G]bread.
[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find.
[G]A screened in porch right out the backdoor,
Washin' ma[C]chine and an old wood [G]stove
Momma singin in the kitchen, rollin' [D7]homemade biscuit [G]dough
[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find
[G]When Im old and Heavens calling
And they [C]come to carry me a[G]way
J[G]ust lay me down, down in the southland
Bury [D7]me in the Georgia [G]clay
[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [C]find[G]
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find
[G]A wood frame house and a gravel driveway
Willow [C]trees and old front [G]porch
Just outside the city limits, out on [D7]highway 3[G]4
[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find
[G]That rabbit tobacco, growing on the roadside
Rolled it [C]up and we smoked it [G]down.
[G]Dont do much, but it makes you feel big
When youre ten years [D7]old in a tiny [G]town
[G]Yeah I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
Yeah I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find
[G]Have a chicken pen right in the backyard
Close [C]line running east to [G]west
[G]Butterbean and tomato garden
Six [D7]days and a Sunday [G]rest
[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find.
[G]Summertime, hot and hazy, bare [C]feet, and a water [G]hose
[G]Melon winee on a country table
Lightning [D7]bugs when the sun goes [G]down.
[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find.
[G]The holy ghost on a Sunday morning,
Gospel [C]songs and a Bible [G]read
Sunday lunch at mommas table, thank the [D7]Lord and break the [G]bread.
[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find.
[G]A screened in porch right out the backdoor,
Washin' ma[C]chine and an old wood [G]stove
Momma singin in the kitchen, rollin' [D7]homemade biscuit [G]dough
[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [G]find
[G]When Im old and Heavens calling
And they [C]come to carry me a[G]way
J[G]ust lay me down, down in the southland
Bury [D7]me in the Georgia [G]clay
[G]I was born on the Dixie Highway, red [C]clay and Georgia [G]pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter [D7]place youll ever [C]find[G]
