Song Lyrics

Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine
A young boy steals his daddy's fishin' line
The alligator lays on the banks of a riverbed
And 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'd 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

The cotton balls gleam and the cow gives cream for the baby's sake
And 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
Then 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

And 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

David Bellamy