All the stations up here they don't sign off with Dixie
The way they did in sweet home Alabam
And the people here don't sip Jack Daniels whiskey
The way they do in the Tennessee mountain land
I've always heard a lot 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 Okeechobee
If this is the promise land I've had all I can stand
And I'm heading 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
Oh I'm stuck up here and I got Dixie on my mind
These people never smile or say a word
They're all to busy trying to make an extra dime
Oh I'd love to haul them 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 don't do much hunting and fishing up here you know
But I have met a few squirrels and one porcupine
Well if this is the promise 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 be 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