Dixie Boy

I was raised in the shadow of an old cotton mill

back when believin' was in style

Smalltown heaven and a big-eyed boy

made sweet music for a while

My daddy worked hard down at the facotry

Nights he went to G.I. school

He didn't know nothing 'bout the silver spoon

but he lived by the goldenrule

Summer nights he was gone

me and mama stayed home

out on the front porch swing

wishin' on the stars in the southern sky

and sometimes we used to sing

We were leaning, leaning on

The everlasting arms of love

Livin' all the simple joys

This Dixie boy is made of.

Got my real education from the T.V. station

and good ole boys down at the park.

They say "Hey, Willie" and those rock-a-billies

made their way into my heart.

I remember the old folks sittin' 'round talkin'

on laidback Sunday afternoons.

They said them young folks sure got a hard road.

Oh, they're growin' up too soon.

Now I know they were right

and as I sit here tonight

out on the front porch swing,

The stars are shinin' in my young boy's eyes

Just like they did for me

We are leaning, leaning on

The everlasting arms of love

Livin' all the simple joys

This Dixie boy is made of

We are leaning, leaning on

The everlasting arms of love

Livin' all the simple joys

This Dixie boy is made of