Dixie Boy (Alabama)

I was raised in the shadows by that old cotton mill Back when believin' was the style Small town heaven and a big-eyed boy Made sweet music for a while. My daddy worked hard down at the factory Nights he went to G.I. school He didn't know nothin' 'bout the silver spoon But he lived by the golden rule. 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 those 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 The 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 those simple joys This Dixie boy is made of. We are leaning, leaning on The everlasting arms of love Livin' all those simple joys This Dixie boy is made of...