I was 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. school
He didn't know nothing 'bout the silver spoon
but he lived by the goldenrule
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 the 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.
They 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 the simple joys
This Dixie boy is made of
We are leaning, leaning on
The everlasting arms of love
Livin' all the simple joys
This Dixie boy is made of