You Ain't Just Whistlin' Dixie

Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine

A young boy steals his daddy's fishin' line

The alligator lays on the banks of a riverbed

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'd go back

To Carolina, Mississippi, 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

The cotton balls gleam and the cow gives cream for the baby's sake

And 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

Then 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, Mississippi, 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 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