Whistling Dixie Lyrics - Alan Jackson

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) 

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