I was raised in the shadows of an old cotton mill Back when believin' was the style Small town heaven and a big-eyed boy Made sweet music for a while My daddy worked hard down at the factory 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 those simple joys This Dixie boy is made of Got my real education from the T.V. station And good ole boys down at the park The say "Hey, Willie" and those rock-a-billies Made 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 those simple joys This Dixie boy is made of We are leaning, leaning on The everlasting arms of love Livin' all those simple joys This Dixie boy is made of
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