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 river bed And if you didn't know any better you'd swear he's dead 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. 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 then 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. 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 You ain't just whistlin' Dixie You ain't just slappin' your knee I'm a grandson of the southland, boys 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 cyprus tree And never let me roam