Alan Jackson - Whistling Dixie lyrics

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 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 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)