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Pine tGrees grow sCo tall in the brightD sunshine
CA young boy Dsteals his daddy's Gfishin' line
The alligator Clays on the banks of the Driverbed
CAnd if you didn't Dknow any better, you'd Gswear he's dead
Am7Now these are a Dfew things I'm in love Gwith
A Am7small part of the Dreason I go Gback
To CaroAm7lina, Mississippi, FlDorida, gorgeous GGeorgia
Now if you Am7think I'm happy down Dthere, you're on the right Gtrack G7
And you Cain't just whistlin' DDixie, you Gain't just slappin' your Cknees
I'm a grandson of the Dsouthland, an Gheir to the ConG7federacy
You Cain't just whistlin' DDixie 'cause the Gcattle call's callin' me Chome
So put me down there where I Dwanna be, Cplant my feet with a DRobert E. Lee
CBury my bones under a Dcypress tree, and Cnever Bmlet Am7me Groam
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
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