Billy Currington

Billy Currington - Ain't Just Whistling Dixie lyrics

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The pines trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine
Young boy steals his daddy's fishing line
The alligator lays on the banks of the river bed
And if you did not know any better you'd swear he's dead.

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

And you ain't just whistling Dixie 
You ain't just slapping your knee
I'm a grandson of the southland boys 
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 we cuss the garden hose
And mama draws a bucket full of creek water just to wash our clothes

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
If you think I'm happy down there your on the right track

And you ain't just whistling Dixie 
You ain't just slapping your knee
I'm a grandson of the southland boys 
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
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Author: Alan Jackson

Composer: ?

Publisher: Mercury Nashville Records

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Language: English

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