Song parody of
Dixie Highway
by Alan Jackson
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I was born on the Dixie Highway, red play and Georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever find
Wood frame house and grandma driveway
Willow trees on our front porch
Just outside the city limits, on the highway thirty four
Yeah I was born on the Dixie Highway, red play and Georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever find (you'll never find it)
And having tobacco rolling on the roadside
Rolled it up and we smoked it down
Don't feel 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 play and Georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever find
Have a chicken meal right in the backyard
Close line running east to west
Water bane to make a garden, six days and a sun to rest
Yeah I was born (I was born) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), red play and Georgy pines
I was raised (I was raised) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), no sweeter place you'll ever find
Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet and a water hose
Melon and lime on a country table
Lighting the buds when the sun goes down
I was born (yeah, I was born) on the Dixie Highway , red play and Georgy pines
I was raised (yeah, I was raised) on the Dixie Highway (on the Dixie Highway), no sweeter place you'll ever find
And the holy ghost on a Sunday morning,
Gospel songs and a Bible read
Sunday lunch at momma's table, praying for Lord and break the bread
I was born (I was born) on the Dixie Highway, red play and Georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever find
I screamed in porch right at the backdoor,
Washing machine and an old, wood stove
Momma's singing in the kitchen, rolling homemade biscuit dough
I was born (yeah, I was born) on the Dixie Highway (on the Dixie Highway), red play and Georgy pines
I was raised (yeah, I was raised) on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place
When I'm old and Heaven's calling
And they come to care me away
Just lay me down, down in soft land
Here where me and Jordan play
Yeah I was born on the Dixie Highway, red play and Georgy 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
I was born on the Dixie Highway, red play and Georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever find
Wood frame house and grandma driveway
Willow trees on our front porch
Just outside the city limits, on the highway thirty four
Yeah I was born on the Dixie Highway, red play and Georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever find (you'll never find it)
And having tobacco rolling on the roadside
Rolled it up and we smoked it down
Don't feel 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 play and Georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever find
Have a chicken meal right in the backyard
Close line running east to west
Water bane to make a garden, six days and a sun to rest
Yeah I was born (I was born) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), red play and Georgy pines
I was raised (I was raised) on the Dixie Highway (Dixie Highway), no sweeter place you'll ever find
Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet and a water hose
Melon and lime on a country table
Lighting the buds when the sun goes down
I was born (yeah, I was born) on the Dixie Highway , red play and Georgy pines
I was raised (yeah, I was raised) on the Dixie Highway (on the Dixie Highway), no sweeter place you'll ever find
And the holy ghost on a Sunday morning,
Gospel songs and a Bible read
Sunday lunch at momma's table, praying for Lord and break the bread
I was born (I was born) on the Dixie Highway, red play and Georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever find
I screamed in porch right at the backdoor,
Washing machine and an old, wood stove
Momma's singing in the kitchen, rolling homemade biscuit dough
I was born (yeah, I was born) on the Dixie Highway (on the Dixie Highway), red play and Georgy pines
I was raised (yeah, I was raised) on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place
When I'm old and Heaven's calling
And they come to care me away
Just lay me down, down in soft land
Here where me and Jordan play
Yeah I was born on the Dixie Highway, red play and Georgy 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
