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
 If you didn't know any better you'd swear he's dead
 These are a few things I'm in love with
 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
 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
 The well runs dry
 We cry and cuss the garden hose
 Mama draws a bucket full of creek water
 Just to wash our clothes
 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 cypress tree
 And never let me roam