Lyrics

Well I've seen big city lights
They ain't for me ya know
Cause nothing beats barefoot
Walkin down a red clay road

Sweatin like a dog for my daddy
To take my baby to the show
And a little bit later maybe ease on
Down to the swimming hole

I'm proud to be home grown
Proud my hometown calls me one of their own

Lord knows I love this land
From the Carolina Cotton fields to Alabama, oh yeah
From the blue grass of Kentucky
And old Virgina town to Tennessee, they call me me
I swear there's no place I'd rather be
Then down home in Dixie

You ain't gotta worry bout the hustle
And the bustle and the honking horns
I'm proud to say it's where I was raised
And the music I love was born
I learned to wipe my feet and watch my mouth
Each time I set foot in momma's house

Lord knows I love this land
From The Carolina Cotton fields to Alabama, oh yeah
From the blue grass of Kentucky
And old Virgina town to Tennessee, they call me me
I swear there's no place I'd rather be
Then down home in Dixie