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