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• Artiste: Pat Green
• Titre: Dixie Lullaby
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My father had skin like leather hands like steel from a lifetime spent in the cottonfields though hed come home tired and dirty almost everynight he found the strength to smile at me and hold my mama tight while that old transister radio would play the opry out in the hall id sit and watch their shadows glide across the wall and theyd dance to a dixie lullaby picture of love beneath the southern sky oh my what a beautiful life just like a dixie lullaby i left home at 18 in a hand me down chevrolet packed my mamas goodness and my old mans stubborn ways it was college, work, and love then the babies came the youngest ones got his grandaddy's name and in the early morning hours when my children could not sleep. i'd rock them in my arms to a simple beat and id sing them a dixie lullaby hush baby dont you start to cry oh my what a beautiful life just like a dixie lullaby my father was a mountain of a man that was the description that i gave the morning that we laid him in his grave there with my mama by his side, we said our last goodbye to a man we thought would never die as i stood there in the fields of amazing grace oh how the tears ran down my face. and i sang him a dixie lullaby well meet again, by and by oh my what a beautiful life just like a dixie lullaby oh my what a beautiful life just like a dixie lullaby