Alan Jackson - Dixie Highway Chords

DIXIE HIGHWAY
Alan Jackson

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I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
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I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find

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A wood frame house and a gravel driveway
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Willow trees and old front porch
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Just outside the city limits, out on highway 34

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I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
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I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find

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That rabbit tobacco, growing on the roadside
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Rolled it up and we smoked it down.
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Don’t do much, but it makes you feel big
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When you’re ten years old in a tiny town

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Yeah I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
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Yeah I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find

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Have a chicken pen right in the backyard
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Close line running east to west
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Butterbean and tomato garden
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Six days and a Sunday rest

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I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
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I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.


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Summertime, hot and hazy, bare feet, and a water hose
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Melon winee on a country table
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Lightning bugs when the sun goes down.

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I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
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I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.

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The holy ghost on a Sunday morning,
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Gospel songs and a Bible read
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Sunday lunch at momma’s table, thank the Lord and break the bread.

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I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
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I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find.

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A screened in porch right out the backdoor,
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Washin' machine and an old wood stove
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Momma singin’ in the kitchen, rollin' homemade biscuit dough

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I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
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I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find

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When I’m old and Heaven’s calling
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And they come to carry me away
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Just lay me down, down in the southland
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Bury me in the Georgia clay

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I was born on the Dixie Highway, red clay and Georgia pines
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I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you’ll ever find