My father had skin lke leather, hands like steel From a lifetime spent in the cotton fields Eventhough he'd come home tired and ditry almost every night He found the strength to smile at me and hold my Mama tight Whlie that old transister radio would play that 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 Chevorlet Packed my Mama's goodness My old man's stubborn ways It was college, work, and love then the babies came the youngest one got his grandaddy's name In the early morning hours when my children could not sleep I'd rock them in my arms to a gentle beat
And I'd 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 we laid him in his grave There with my Mama by his side i said the last goodbyes To a man we thought would never die 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 bye to bye Oh my what a beautiful life Just like a dixie lullaby
Oh my what a beautiful life Just like a dixie lullaby.