MY FATHER HAD
SKIN LIKE LEATHER
HANDS LIKE STEEL
FROM THE LIFETIME
SPENT IN
THE COTTON FIELD
AND THOUGH
HE'D COME HOME
TIRED AND DIRTY
ALMOST
EVERY NIGHT
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
I'D SIT AND WATCH
THEIR SHADOWS
GLIDE ACROSS THE WALL
AND THEY'D DANCE
TO A DIXIE
LULLABY
A PICTURE OF LOVE
BENEATH
THE SOUTHERN SKY
OH MY WHAT A
BEAUTIFUL LIFE
JUST LIKE A DIXIE
LULLABY
I LEFT HOME
AT EIGHTEEN
IN A HAND-ME-DOWN
CHEVROLET
PACKED MY
MAMA'S COOKIN'
AND MY OLD MAN'S
STUBBORN WAYS
IT WAS COLLEGE
WORK AND LOVE
AND THEN
THE BABIES CAME
THE YOUNGEST ONE
GOT HIS
GRANDDADDY'S NAME
AND IN
THE EARLY MORNIN'
HOURS
WHEN MY CHILDREN
COULD NOT SLEEP
I'D ROCK THEM
IN MY ARMS
TO THE GENTLE BEAT
AND SING THEM A DIXIE
LULLABY
HUSH BABY DON'T 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
AND AS I STOOD THERE
IN THAT FIELD
OF AMAZING GRACE
OH HOW THE TEARS
RAN DOWN MY FACE
AND I SANG HIM
A DIXIE
LULLABY
WE'LL MEET AGAIN
BY AND BY
WOH MY WHAT A
BEAUTIFUL LIFE
JUST LIKE A DIXIE
LULLABY
WOH MY WHAT A
BEAUTIFUL LIFE
JUST LIKE A DIXIE
LULLABY