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My father had skGin likCe leather hands like stDeel
from a Clifetime spent in the cottonfGields D And
though hed comGe home tired and diAm7rty almost eCvery niDght
he found the Cstrength to smile at me and hDold my mama tight
while that oAmld transister radio would play the Emopry out in the hall
id sit and Cwatch their shadows glide across the waDll
And theyd dance to a dixAm7ie luDllaby G
picture of lAm7ove beneath the Dsouthern sGky
oh my Fwhat a Cbeautiful Glife, just like a Am7dixie Dlullaby G
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
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