Lyric You Ain t Just Whistlin Dixie

Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine
A young boy steals his daddy s fishin line
An alligator lays on the banks of a riverbed
And if you didn t know any better you d swear he s dead.

Chorus:
Now these are a few things I m in love with
A small part of the reason I go back
To Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia
Now if you think I m happy down there you re on the right track.

And you ain t just whistlin Dixie
You ain t just slappin your knee
I m a grandson of the Southland
An heir to the Confederacy.

You ain t just whistlin Dixie
Cause the cattle call s callin me home
So put me down there where I wanna be
Plant my feet with Robert E. Lee.
Bury my bones under a cypress tree
And never let me roam.

And you ain t just whistlin Dixie
You ain t just slappin your knee
I m a grandson of the Southland
An heir to the Confederacy.

Cotton balls gleam and the cow gives cream
For the baby s sake
Pa comes in full of gin
And he s mean as a rattlesnake.

And if the well runs dry
and we cry and cuss the garden hose
Mama draws a bucket full of creek water
Just to wash our clothes.

Chorus:
Now these are a few things I m in love with
A small part of the reason I go back
To Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia
Now if you think I m happy down there you re on the right track...