Big wheels a turnin’, smell rubber burnin’
Big wheels a turnin’ down Dixie Highway.
Goin’ down yonder, hear my thunder.
Goin’ down yonder on Dixie Highway.
I can hear my momma call, come get your hot corn bread. [I can hear her call]
Son you’d better wash your hands and say your prayers. [that’s what you gotta do]
Be thankful for what he has given, on these southern roads you’re makin’ a livin’ down Dixie Highway.
Don’t court disaster, beware the master, get there much faster down Dixie Highway.
Blue lights flashin’, knee jerk reaction
speed is my passion on Dixie Highway.
Take me where the tall grass grows, on a shallow sea.
[That’s where I wanna be]
Okeechochobee deep in my soul, and she’s callin’ me.
Lead me back to where I was born, early on a winter’s morn. Down Dixie Highway.
Goin’ down yonder, hear my thunder.
Goin’ down yonder on Dixie Highway