All the stations up here dont sign off with Dixie
The way they did in sweet home Alabam
The people here dont sip Jack Daniels whiskey
The way they do in that Tennessee mountain land
Ive always heard lots about the Big Apple
So I thought Id come up here and see
But all Ive seen so far is one big hassle
Wish I was camped out on the Okeechobee
If this is the promised land
Ive had all I can stand
And Im headed back below that Dixie line
Well I just dont fit in
And Ill never come back again
Im busted here with Dixie on my mind
Oh, Im stuck up here
And I got Dixie on my mind
These people never smile or say a word
Theyre all too busy tryin to make an extra dime
Oh, Id love to haul em all down around Spartanburg
And show em how to raise Hell in Caroline
Oh, the things you know that I miss most of all
Is the freedom of the rivers and the pines
They dont do much huntin and fishin up here ya know
But I have met a few squirrels and one porcupine
If this is the promised land
Ive had all I can stand
Wish I was down in Houston town tonight
Well I just dont fit in
And Ill never come back again
Im busted here with Dixie on my mind
Oh, Im stuck up here
And I got Dixie on my mind