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