Текст песни You Ain't Just Whistlin' Dixie (feat. Bellamy Brothers)

Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine A young boy steals his daddy's fishin' line An aligator lays on the banks of a river bed 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 boys 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 boys 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...