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