[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