Whistlin’ Dixie

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Shane Profitt] Yeah, I like to run with the old dogs Learn bad habits from my Paw-Paw I got an in with the outlaws And I can only sing like I talk, y'all I like to smoke from my left hand Crank it out, stomp in a bar band Firing up another when the song ends And hanging out here with my new friends 'cause [Chorus: Shane Profitt] I'm a son of the son of the south Daddy redneck, mama half hippie Taught how to talk straight, not back Or my little white butt get a whipping I like catfish cooking on a creek bank Kind you can't find in the city, oh I ain't just whistling Dixie [Post-Chorus] Oh, why don't you tell 'em 'bout it, Randy? [Verse 2: Randy Houser] Well, I ain't scared of a shotgun Folks 'round here, we all got one Don't give a damn or a dadgum If you don't like where I come from I like a girl from a downhome Even better without a thing on Jump in, you better hang on Fire it up and we're long gone 'cause [Chorus: Randy Houser] I'm a son of the son of the south Daddy redneck, mama half hippie Taught how to talk straight, not back Or my little white butt get a whooping I like catfish cooking on a creek bank Kind you can't find in the city, oh I ain't just whistling Dixie [Chorus: Shane Profitt, Randy Houser, Both] I'm a son of the son of the south Daddy redneck, mama half hippie Taught how to talk straight, not back Or my little white butt get a whooping I like catfish cooking on a creek bank Kind you can't find in the city, oh I ain't just whistling Dixie [Outro: Randy Houser & Shane Profitt] Whistling Dixie, oh Yeah