Verse
When your compass points towards Dillon
You are bound for a town unique
Crossroads of easy living
People kicked back, so to speak
See a pace of life unhurried
Find the charms of a lesser size
In Dillon, South Carolina
Cozy backwoods paradise
Chorus
Dillon, oh, Dillon
Sweet as honey, rare as gold
Dillon, oh, Dillon
lose your heart there, free your soul
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Verse
Dillon youngsters squeal and frolic
Teammates high-five a victory
Workers toil away the hours
Seniors bide their time, carefree
Generations bound in countrysides
Of forests, fields and streams
Come discover Dillon
Shed new light on hopes and dreams
Chorus
Dillon, oh, Dillon
Sweet as honey, rare as gold
Dillon, oh, Dillon
Lose your heart there, free your soul
Lose your heart there, free your soul
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Bridge
South of the border, a little offbeat
A climate mild, it’s the county seat
Where front doors feature welcome mats
Where all the locals nod and then they tip their hats
Chorus
Dillon, oh, Dillon
Sweet as honey, rare as gold
Dillon, oh, Dillon
Lose your heart there, free your soul
Dillon, oh, Dillon
Sweet as honey, rare as gold
Dillon, oh, Dillon
Lose your heart there, free your soul
Instrumental
Dillon . . . Dillon . . . Dillon
Lose your heart there
Dillon . . .
Free your soul