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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...

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...

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