Album: Angels & Outlaws Volume 1   By: The Bellamy Brothers   The Bellamy Brothers & Alan Jackson      The pines trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine   Young boy steals his daddy's fishing line   Alligator lays on the banks of the river bed   And if you did not 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 reasons I go back   To Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia   Now if you think I'm happy down there your on the right track.      Chorus:   And you ain't just whistling Dixie you ain't just slapping your knee   I'm a grandson of the southland and heir to the confederacy   You ain't just whistling Dixie cause the cattle calls calling me home   So put me down there where I want to be, plant my feet with 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 baby's sake   And pa comes in full of gin and he's mean as a rattle snake   And 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 cloths      Chorus:   And you ain't just whistling Dixie you ain't just slapping your knee   I'm a grandson of the southland and heir to the confederacy   You ain't just whistling Dixie cause the cattle calls calling me home   So put me down there where I want to be, plant my feet with Robert E. Lee...