Down Home in Dixie

Well I’ve seen big city lights, they ain’t for me ya know
Cause nothing beats barefoot walkin down a red clay road Sweatin like a dog for
my daddy to take my baby to the show
And a little bit later maybe ease on down to the swimming hole
I’m proud to be home grown. Proud my hometown calls me one of their own
Lord knows I love this land from the carolina cotton fields to Alabama, oh yeah
From the blue grass of Kentucky, and old Virgina town to Tennessee,
they call me me
I swear there’s no place I’d rather be, then down home in Dixie
You ain’t gotta worry bout the hustle and the bustle and the honking horns
I’m proud to say it’s where I was raised and the music I love was born
I loved to wipe my feet and watch my mouth each time I set foot in momma’s house
Lord knows I love this land from the carolina cotton fields to Alabama, oh yeah
From the blue grass of Kentucky, and old Virgina town to Tennessee,
they call me me
I swear there’s no place I’d rather be, then down home in Dixie
I swear there’s no place I’d rather be, then down home in Dixie