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Date: 12/8/96; 7:08:33 PM
From: JOSEPHBRIM@aol.com
Subject: Bellony Brothers " You Ain't JustWhistling Dixie "

You Ain't Just Whistling Dixie
By The Bellamy Brothers
G                       C                        D        
The pines trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine
C                  D                        G
Young boy steals his daddy's fishing line
G            C                                   D
Alligator lays on the banks of the river bed
C                             D                                 G
And if you did not know any better you'd swear he's dead
Am                      D                       G
Now these are a few things I'm in love with
     Am                      D               G            Am
                        D                          G         
A small part of the reasons I go back to Carolina, Mississippi, Florida
gorgeous Georgia
                  Am                              D
                              G              G7
Now if you think I'm happy down there your on the right track
                   C                          D           G
                                C 
c. And you ain't just whistling Dixie you ain't just slapping your knee
                                      D                G                 G7 
I'm a grandson of the southland and heir to the confederacy
C                                  D                     G
                             C
You ain't just whistling Dixie cause the cattle calls calling me home
                                                D                C
                          D
So put me down there where I want to be, plant my feet with Robert E. Lee
C                                     D                    C     Bm Am  G 
Bury my bones under a cypress tree and never let me roam
G                                              C
                                 D
The cotton balls gleam and the cows give cream for the baby's sake
       C                             D                                G
And pa comes in full of gin and he's mean as a rattle snake
                                              C                         D  
And the well runs dry and we cry and cuss the garden hose
          C                                        D
                          G  
And mama draws a bucket full of sweet water just to wash our cloths

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