Well all the stations
Up here they don't
Sign off with Dixie
The way they did in
Sweet home Alabama
And the people here
Don't sip
Jack Daniels Whiskey
The way they do
In the Tennessee
Mountain land
I'd always heard a lots
About the big apple
So I thought
I'd come up here
And see
But all I've seen so far
Is one big hassle
Wish I was camped out
On the Okachobee
If this is
The promised land
I've had all I can stand
And I'm headed back
Below that Dixie line
No I just don't fit in
And I'll never
Come back again
But I'm busted here
And I got Dixie
On my mind
Lord I'm stuck up here
And I got Dixie
On my mind
Yee ha
These people
Never smile
Or say a word
They're all too busy
Tryin' to make
An extra dime
Oh I'd love to
Haul 'em all down
Around Spartanburg
And show 'em
How to raise ****
In Caroline
Oh the things
You know
That I miss
Most of all
'Tis the freedom
Of the rivers
And the pine
They don't do
Much huntin'
And fishin' up here
You know
But I have met
A few squirrels
And one porcupine
Well if this is
The promised land
I've had all I can stand
Wish I was down
In Houston town
Tonight
Now I just don't fit in
And I'll never
Come back again
But I'm busted here
I got Dixie on my mind
Lord I'm stuck up here
And got Dixie
On my mind