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….
