I was born underneath the stars of a southern sky

I bet they’d sure look good dancing in your eyes

Your gonna love the peach pie at Preston’s Cafe

And everybody passing by is gonna wave

Down Home Dixie

Won’t you let me

Steal a kiss neath the Lookout Mountain Moon

Baby won’t you go

Down Home with me

Maybe it won’t be long till

Dixie’s Down Home to you

People shoot straighter than a Winchester 22

We got sky scrapers full of grain and gravel on the avenues

Things move a little slower it’s true but that’ll only give me more time for loving on you

Down Home Dixie

Won’t you let me

Steal a kiss neath the Lookout Mountain Moon

Baby won’t you go

Down Home with me

Maybe it won’t be long till Dixies Down Home to

You and me and them dogwood trees

And the river breeze and the

Hummingbirds & honey bees yeah

Down Home Dixie

Won’t you let me

Steal a kiss neath that Rocky Top Moon

Baby won’t you go

Down Home with me

Maybe it won’t be long till Dixie’s Down Home to you

Maybe it won’t be long till Dixie’s Down Home to you