I was raised in the shadows of an old cotton mill
  Back when believin' was the style
  Small town heaven and a big-eyed boy
  Made sweet music for a while
  My daddy worked hard down at the factory
  Nights he went to G.I. school
  He didn't know nothin' 'bout the silver spoon
  But he lived by the golden rule
  
  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 those 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
  The 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 those simple joys
  This Dixie boy is made of
  
  We are leaning, leaning on
  The everlasting arms of love
  Livin' all those simple joys
  This Dixie boy is made of