G The pines trees grow so C tall in the bright sunshi D ne
C Young boy steals hi D s daddy's fishing line G
G Alligator lay C s on the banks of the river bed D
C And if you did not know any be D tter you'd swear he's dead G
Am Now these are a few thin D gs I'm in love with G
A small part of the reas D ons I go back to Carolina, G Mississippi, Florida
gorgeous Georgia
Now if you think I'm happy dow G n there your on G7 the right track
c. And you ain't just whistling C Dixie you ain't just slapping your knee
I'm a grandson of the southland and he D ir to the confede G racy G7
You ain't just whistling Dixi C e cause the cattle calls calling me home
So put me down there where D I want to be, plant my feet with Robert E. Lee
C Bury my bones under a cypress tree and D never let me roam C Bm Am G
The cotton balls gleam and the co D ws give cream for the baby's sake
And pa C comes in full of gin and he's D mean as a rattle snake G
And the well runs dry and we cry and cuss the C garden hose D
And mama draws a bucket fu G ll of sweet water just to wash our cloths
repeat chorus:
Bellamy Brothers
