Amen brother. You took the words right out of my mouth.
A proud southern cajun boy.
A young boy steals his daddys' fishin' line.
Alligator lays on banks of a riverbed.
And if you didn't know any better, you'd swear he's dead.
These are a few I'm in love with.
Part of the reason I go back.
To Caroline, Mississippi flowing, georgeous Georgia.
Now if you think I'm happy down here, you're on the right track.You ain't just whistling Dixie, cause the cattle call's calling you 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 nver let me roam.
The cotton balls geeam and cow gives cream for the babys' sake.
And pa comes in full of gin, and he's mean as a rattlesnake.
And the well runs dry, and we cry and cuss the garden hose.
And Moma draws a bucket full of creek water, just to wash our clothes.
Repeat chorus.
You Ain't Just Whistling Dixie
by David Bellamy
You know, I have lived all of my life in the south, raised in the South....I have a lot of black friends. I don't want to enslave anyone, nor does any southerner that I know. The conferderate flag is a symbol to many of brave men who fought and died in the war between the states....many for a cause they might not have even understood. It represents some, not all, of the old fashion notions of Southern gentility, of less federal government, of an adherence to the 10th amendement to the Constitution of the United States. It does not, nor has it ever represented a desire to enslave people. It may have been so asserted by liberals without a cause but who needed to divide a country, which is what they do best, for their liberal cause. Robert E. Lee was, perhaps, the finest man this country ever produced. He abhorred slavery, and loved his homeland, Virginia. In Gods and Generals, it is reported that he said, overlooking the coming battle at Manassas. "They see this country as part of map. To us it is where we love, have children, bury our family. It is part of us." The history of Southern gentility was real. The nonsense that Southern states are defined as on par with apartheid is an often repeated lie by those who have not spent any time here. Keep your northern Katie Couric, John Kerry, and their ilk. I'll be pround to throw in with people you don't even know. Like Curtis Wise, my neighbor, who would give the shirt off of his back to a stranger in need, and ask nothing in return. The elitist would look at this and ask, "Why?" They could not possible understand enjoying a sunset from my back porch, or watch the cattle graze the pastures or watch a clutch of blubirds fledge and work the moma and daddy overtime, or watch the black damselflies fly over a pool of water in the creekbed. You know, it doesn't cost a thing. I don't hear people who are not from the south take in what they were given freely.