Chords
You Ain't Just Whistlin' Dixie

Key: G

Introduction:

             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
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