Dixie Boy

	Lyrics：Jim Mcbride Music：Jim Mcbride
	Iwas 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 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 the
	simple joys this Dixie boy is made of.
	Got my real educationfrom the T.V. station and good ole boys down at the
	park.
	The say "Hey, Willie" and those rock-a-billies played 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.

	Lyrics: Jim Mcbride Music: Jim Mcbride
	Iwas raised in the shadow of an old cotton mill, back when believin' was in
	style.
	Smalltown heaven and a bigeyed 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 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 the
	simple joys this Dixie boy is made of.
	Got my real educationfrom the T. V. station and good ole boys down at the
	park.
	The say " Hey, Willie" and those rockabillies played 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.