You ain’t just whistling Dixie
1. The pines trees grow so tall in the bright
sunshine,
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young boy steals
his daddy's fishing line.
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The alligator lays
on the banks of the river bed,
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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,
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a small part of
the reasons I go back,
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to Carolina,
Mississippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia,
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now if you think
I'm happy down there your on the right track.
And you ain't just whistling Dixie, you ain't just slapping your knee,
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I'm a
grandson of the Southland boys and heir to the Confederacy
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You ain't just whistling Dixie, ‘cause the cattle call’s
calling me home
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So put me
down there where I want to be, plant my feet with Robert E. Lee,
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bury
my bones under a cypress tree and never let me roam.
2. The
cotton balls gleam and the cows give cream for the baby's sake,
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and pa comes in
full of gin and he's mean as a rattle snake.
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And the well runs dry and we cry and cuss
the garden hose,
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and mama draws a
bucket full of creek water just to wash our clothes.
Now these are a few things I'm in love with,
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a small part of
the reasons I go back,
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to Carolina,
Mississippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia,
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now if you think
I'm happy down there your on the right track.