Lyrics:

Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshineA young boy steals his daddy''s fishin'' lineAn aligator lays on the banks of a river bedAnd if you didn''t know any better you''d swear he''s deadChorus:Now these are a few things I''m in love withA small part of the reason I go backTo Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous GeorgiaNow if you think I''m happy down there you''re on the right trackAnd you ain''t just whistlin'' DixieYou ain''t just slappin'' your kneeI''m a grandson of the southland boysAn heir to the ConfederacyYou ain''t just whistlin'' Dixie''Cause the cattle call''s callin'' me homeSo put me down there where I wanna bePlant my feet with Robert E LeeBury my bones under a cypress treeAnd never let me roamAnd you ain''t just whistlin'' DixieYou ain''t just slappin'' your kneeI''m a grandson of the southland boysAn heir to the ConfederacyCotton balls gleam and the cow gives creamFor the baby''s sakePa comes in full of ginAnd he''s mean as a rattlesnakeAnd if the well runs dryAnd we cry and cuss the garden hoseMama draws a bucket full of creek waterJust to wash our clothesChorus:Now these are a few things I''m in love withA small part of the reason I go backTo Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous GeorgiaNow if you think I''m happy down there you''re on the right trackLyricsKeeper