G C G I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines D7 G I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place youll ever find G A wood frame house and a gravel driveway C G Willow trees and old front porch D7 G Just outside the city limits, out on highway 34 G C G I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines D7 G I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place youll ever find G That rabbit tobacco, growing on the roadside C G Rolled it up and we smoked it down. G Dont do much, but it makes you feel big D7 G When youre ten years old in a tiny town G C G Yeah I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines D7 G Yeah I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place youll ever find G Have a chicken pen right in the backyard C G Close line running east to west G Butterbean and tomato garden D7 G Six days and a Sunday rest G C G I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines D7 G I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place youll ever find. G C G Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet, and a water hose G Melon winee on a country table D7 G Lightning bugs when the sun goes down. G C G I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines D7 G I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place youll ever find. G The holy ghost on a Sunday morning, C G Gospel songs and a Bible read D7 G Sunday lunch at mommas table, thank the Lord and break the bread. G C G I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines D7 G I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place youll ever find. G A screened in porch right out the backdoor, C G Washin' machine and an old wood stove D7 G Momma singin in the kitchen, rollin' homemade biscuit dough G C G I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines D7 G I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place youll ever find G When Im old and Heavens calling C G And they come to carry me away G Just lay me down, down in the southland D7 G Bury me in the Georgia clay G C G I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines D7 C G I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place youll ever find