Dewey Wayne - I Call Dixie My Home Chords

Dewey Wayne – I Call Dixie My Home

Intro:
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Verse 1:
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I was raised in the good old days
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Where there weren't no city lines
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On an old dirt road where nobody goes
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With an buckshot peppered stop sign

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And I worked all day hauling square bales of hay
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And to swim we'd head down to the creek
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I'd jump off the bluff about fifty feet up
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You could say I had a bit of a wild streak, yeah

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Verse 2:
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Now I'm a man with a farmer's tan
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'Cause that's the kind of work I do
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But when I get home, I sit out alone
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With a jar of daddy's home brew

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Or just maybe some sweet ice tea
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And poke salad on the porch out back
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You can hear bull frogs and the call of wild dogs
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And crickets at the old hay stack


CHORUS:
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I call Dixie my home
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Where the land is unchanged and the mountain range is blue
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I call Dixie my home
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Cause you gotta understand, I'm a southern man through and through
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Yeah you gotta understand, I'm a southern man through and through

Solo:
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Verse 3:
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As I ride around this little town
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I put a hand up to people I meet
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Pass by chicken farms and run down barns
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And folks plowing summer heat

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And I agree this is God's country
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Best believe that without a doubt
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And if you come down with me, I can guarantee
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You'll see what I'm talking about

Repeat Chorus

Break it down!

Bridge:
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If you come down our way you best stay away
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With you're concrete trucks and cranes
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'Cause we don't want malls or more traffic laws
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Or our dirt roads becomin' four lanes

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Now I've been all around and I've seen distant towns
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Just to find out who I am
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It came clear to me, I'd just rather be
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On Sand Mountain Alabam!

Repeat Chorus
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Yeah understand, your southern man

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