Dixie Boy - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I was raised in the shadows of an old cotton mill

Back when believing was a 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 nothing '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

Wishing on the stars in the southern sky

And sometimes we used to sing

We were leaning, leaning on

The everlasting arms of love

Living on those simple joys

This Dixie boys made of

Got my real education from the TV station

And good old boys down at the park

And say, "Hey, Willie" and those rock-a-billies

Made their way into my heart

I remember the old folks sitting 'round talking

On laid back Sunday afternoons

They said them young folks sure got a hard road

Oh, they're growing up too soon

Now I know they were right and as I sit here tonight

Out on the front porch swing

The stars are shining in my young boy's eyes

Just like they did for me

We are leaning, leaning on

The everlasting arms of love

Living on those simple joys

This Dixie boys made of

We are leaning, leaning on

The everlasting arms of love

Living on those simple joys

This Dixie boys made of