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’d always heard 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 Okeechobee

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
Oh, and 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 hell in Carolin'

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 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
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 got Dixie on my mind

More lyrics from Hank Williams Jr.

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