(featuring Bellamy Brothers) The pines trees grow
so tall in the bright sunshine Young boy steals
his daddy's fishing line Alligator lays on the
banks of the river bed And if you did not 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
reasons I go back to Carolina, Mississippi,
Florida gorgeous Georgia Now if you think I'm
happy down there your on the right track chorus-
And you ain't just whistling Dixie you ain't just
slapping your knee I'm a grandson of the southland
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/lOrand heir to the confederacy You ain't just
whistling Dixie cause the cattle calls calling me
home So put me down there where I want to 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 cows give cream for the
baby's sake And pa comes in full of gin and he's
mean as a rattle snake And the well runs dry and
we cry and cuss the garden hose And mama draws a
bucket full of sweet water just to wash our cloths
(repeat chorus)