<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=52536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dixie Boy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words and music by jim mcbride<br>Iwas raised in the shadow of an old cotton mill, back when believin was in<br>Style.<br>Smalltown heaven and a big-eyed boy made sweet music for a while.<br>My daddy worked hard down at the facotry.<br>Nights he went to g.i. school.<br>He didnt know nothin bout the silver spoon, but he lived by the golden<br>Rule.<br>Summer nights he was gone; me and mama stayed home, out on the front porch<br>Swing, wishin on the stars in the southern sky, and sometimes we used to<br>Sing.<br>We were leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms of love, livin all the<br>Simple joys this dixie boy is made of.<br>Got my real educationfrom the t.v. station and good ole boys down at the<br>Park.<br>The say hey, willie and those rock-a-billies played their way into my<br>Heart.<br>I remember the old folks sittin round talkin on laidback sunday<br>Afternoons.<br>They said them young folks sure got a hard road.<br>Oh, theyre growin up too soon.<br>Now I know they were right, and as I sit here tonight out on the front porch<br>Swing, the stars are shinin in my young boys eyes, just like they did for<br>Me;<br>We are leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms of love, livin all the<br>Simple joys this dixie boy is made of.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Alabama - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=52536" data-title="Dixie Boy" data-description="Words and music by 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. sch..."></div> </div> </div>

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