You Ain't Just Whistlin' Dixie

G C D Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine C D G A young boy steals his daddy's fishin' line C D The alligator lays on the banks of the riverbed C D G And if you didn't know any better, you'd swear he's dead Chorus: Am7 D G Now these are a few things I'm in love with Am7 D G A small part of the reason I go back Am7 D G To Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia Am7 D G G7 Now if you think I'm happy down there, you're on the right track C D G C And you ain't just whistlin' Dixie, you ain't just slappin' your knees D G G7 I'm a grandson of the southland, an heir to the Confederacy C D G C You ain't just whistlin' Dixie 'cause the cattle call's callin' me home D C D So put me down there where I wanna be, plant my feet with a Robert E. Lee C D C Bm Am7 G Bury my bones under a cypress tree, and never let me roam The cotton balls gleam and the cows give cream for the babies sake And Pa comes in, full of gin, and he's mean as a rattlesnake And then the well runs dry, and we cry, and cuss the garden hose And Mama draws a bucket full of sweet water just to wash our clothes Chorus