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