The Bellamy Brothers - You Ain't Just Whistlin' Dixie Lyrics
Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshineA young boy steals his daddy's fishin' lineAn aligator lays on the banks of a river bedAnd if you didn't know any better you'd swear he's dead.Chorus:Now these are a few things I'm in love withA small part of the reason I go backTo Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous GeorgiaNow if you think I'm happy down there you're on the right track.And you ain't just whistlin' DixieYou ain't just slappin' your kneeI'm a grandson of the southland boysAn heir to the Confederacy.You ain't just whistlin' Dixie'Cause the cattle call's callin' me homeSo put me down there where I wanna bePlant my feet with Robert E. LeeBury my bones under a cypress treeAnd never let me roam.And you ain't just whistlin' DixieYou ain't just slappin' your kneeI'm a grandson of the southland boysAn heir to the Confederacy.Cotton balls gleam and the cow gives creamFor the baby's sakePa comes in full of ginAnd he's mean as a rattlesnake.And if the well runs dryAnd we cry and cuss the garden hoseMama draws a bucket full of creek waterJust to wash our clothes.Chorus:Now these are a few things I'm in love withA small part of the reason I go backTo Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous GeorgiaNow if you think I'm happy down there you're on the right track...
