Lyrics You Ain't Just Whistlin' Dixie - Live - The Bellamy Brothers
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
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,
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.
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,
Mississippi,
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
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