i was raised in the shadows of an old cotton mill back when believing was a style small town heaven and a big eyed boy made sweet music for a while my daddy worked hard down at the factory nights he went to g i school he didn t know nothing bout the silver spoon but he lived by the golden rule summer nights he was gone me and mama stayed home out on the front porch swing wishing on the stars in the southern sky and sometimes we used to sing we were leaning leaning on the everlasting arms of love living on those simple joys this dixie boys made of got my real education from the tv station and good old boys down at the park and say hey willie and those rock a billies made their way into my heart i remember the old folks sitting round talking on laid back sunday afternoons they said them young folks sure got a hard road oh they re growing up too soon now i know they were right and as i sit here tonight out on the front porch swing the stars are shining in my young boy s eyes just like they did for me we are leaning leaning on the everlasting arms of love living on those simple joys this dixie boys made of we are leaning leaning on the everlasting arms of love living on those simple joys this dixie boys made of