Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine
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A young boy steals his daddy's fishin' line
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An alligator lays on the banks of a riverbed
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And if you didn't know any better you'd swear he's dead.
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Now these are a few things I'm in love with
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A small part of the reason I go back
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To Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia
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Now if you think I'm happy down there you're on the right track.
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And you ain't just whistlin' Dixie
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You ain't just slappin' your knee
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I'm a grandson of the Southland
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An heir to the Confederacy.
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You ain't just whistlin' Dixie
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'Cause the cattle call's callin' me home
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So put me down there where I wanna be
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Plant my feet with Robert E. Lee.
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Bury my bones under a cypress tree
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And never let me roam.
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And you ain't just whistlin' Dixie
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You ain't just slappin' your knee
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I'm a grandson of the Southland
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An heir to the Confederacy.
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Cotton balls gleam and the cow gives cream
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For the baby's sake
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Pa comes in full of gin
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And he's mean as a rattlesnake.
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And if the well runs dry
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and we cry and cuss the garden hose
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Mama draws a bucket full of creek water
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Just to wash our clothes.
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Now these are a few things I'm in love with
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A small part of the reason I go back
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To Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia
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Now if you think I'm happy down there you're on the right track...
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You Ain't Just Whistlin' Dixie
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The Bellamy Brothers |