A young boy steals his daddy's fishin' line
An aligator lays on the banks of a river bed
And if you didn't know any better you'd swear he's dead.
Chorus:
Now these are a few things I'm in love with
A small part of the reason I go back
To Carolina, Mississsippi, 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.
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.
Cotton balls gleam and the cow gives cream
For the baby's sake
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
Mama draws a bucket full of creek water
Just to wash our clothes.
Chorus:
Now these are a few things I'm in love with
A small part of the reason I go back
To Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia
Now if you think I'm happy down there you're on the right track...
Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine A young boy steals his daddy's fishin' line An aligator lays on the banks of a river bed And if you didn't know any better you'd swear he's dead. Chorus: Now these are a few things I'm in love with A small part of the reason I go back To Carolina, Mississsippi, 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. 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. Cotton balls gleam and the cow gives cream For the baby's sake 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 Mama draws a bucket full of creek water Just to wash our clothes. Chorus: Now these are a few things I'm in love with A small part of the reason I go back To Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia Now if you think I'm happy down there you're on the right track... Explain Request ×
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