Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine
A young boy steals his daddy's fishin' line
The alligator lays on the banks of the riverbed
And if you didn't know any better, you'd swear he's dead
Now these are a few things I'm in love with
A small part of the reason I go back
To Carolina, Mississippi, 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 knees
I'm a grandson of the southland, 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 a 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 babies sake