Karaoké Dixie Highway Alan Jackson & Zac Brown Band

Here we go

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

A wood-frame house and gravle driveway

Willow trees and an old front porch

Just outside the city limits down ol' highway thirty four

Yeah 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

Yeah!

Here's another Georgia boy come on in here, Zac

That rabbit tobacco growin' on the roadside

Rolled it up and we smoked it down

It 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

Oh let's go now

Had a chicken pen right in the backyard

Clothes line running east to west

Butter bean and tomato garden six days and a sunday rest

Yeah 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

Oh let's hear it

Wooh

Oh go Zac there's another now

Summertime hot and hazy bare feet and a water hose

Melon rind on a concrete table

Lighting bugs when the sun goes down

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

Oh yeah

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 on the Dixie Highway red clay and Georgia pines

I was raised on the Dixie Highway

No sweeter place you'll ever find

Oh yeah

That's the way mama liked it

Oh do it Zac do another one now

Had a screened in porch right out the backdoor

A washing machine and old wood stove

Momma's singing in the kitchen

Rolling homemade biscuit dough

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

Oh pick it

Oh we're gonna break down this next one

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

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

We love you Dixie

Amen