Bellamy Brothers - You Ain't Just Whistling Dixie (1979) Lyrics

Bellamy Brothers
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You Ain't Just Whistling Dixie (1979)
The pines trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine
A 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 you’re on the right track

And you ain't just whistling Dixie you ain't just slapping your knee
I'm a grandson of the Southland and 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 rattlesnake
And the well runs dry and we cry and cuss the garden hose
And mama draws a bucket full of creek water just to wash our cloths

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 you’re on the right track

And you ain't just whistling Dixie you ain't just slapping your knee
I'm a grandson of the Southland boys and 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