You Ain`t Just Whistlin` Dixie — текст песни (Bellamy Brothers)

Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine
A young boy steals his daddy`s fishin` line
An alligator lays on the banks of a riverbed
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
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
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...