My father had skin like leather
hands
like steel
from a lifetime spent in the cottonfields
though hed come home tired and dirty
almost everynight
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
id sit and watch their shadows glide
across the wall
and theyd dance to a dixie lullaby
picture
of love beneath the southern sky
oh my what a beautiful life
just like a dixie lullaby
i left home at 18
in
a hand me down chevrolet
packed my mamas goodness
and my old mans stubborn ways
it was college, work, and love
then
the babies came
the youngest ones got his grandaddy's name
and in the early morning hours
when my children could
not sleep.
i'd rock them in my arms to a simple beat
and id 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 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
as i stood there in the fields
of amazing grace
oh how the tears
ran down my face.
and i sang him a dixie lullaby
well 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"
~Pat Green~
