| My father had skin like leather,
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| Hands like steal,
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| From the lifetime spent in the cotton feild.
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| know he would come home tired and dirty almost every night,
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| He found the strenght to smile in me,
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| Hold my momma tight.
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| While that old trans sister radio
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| would play the oprea out in the hall
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| Id sit and watch their shadows glide across the wall
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| And they dance to a dixie lullaby
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| A picture of love beneath southern sky
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| Oh my, what a beautiful life
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| Just like a dixie lullaby
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| I left home at 18, in a hand me down chevrolet
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| Backed my mommas cookin
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| My old man stood and waves
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| Its college, work and love
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| Then the babies came,
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| The youngest ones got his grand daddies name,
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| And in the early morning hours
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| When my children could not sleep
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| Id rock them in my arms to a gentle beat,
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| And sing them a dixie lullaby
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| Hush baby dont you start to cry
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| Oh my what a beautiful life
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| Just like a dixie lullaby
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| My father was a mountain of a man
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| That was the description that i gave,
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| the morning that we layed him in his grave
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| There with my momma by his side
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| I said my last goodbye to a man i thought would never die
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| As i stood there in the feet of amazing grace
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| Oh how the tear ran down my face
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| And i sang him a dixie lullaby
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| We’ll meet again, by and by oh my what a beautiful life
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| just like a dixie lullaby
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| Oh my what a beautiful life,
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| just like a dixie lullaby… |