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song lyrics 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)
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