All the faces up here that don’t sign off with Texas
Willie 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 Okagobee

If this is the Promised Land I’ve had all I can stand
And I’m headed back below that Dixie line
Now I just don’t fit in and I’ll never come back again
But I’m busted up here I got Dixie on my mind
Lord I’m stuck up here I got Dixie on my mind


These people never smile or say a word
They’re all too busy trying to make an extra dime
Well I’d love to haul them all down around Parkersburg
And show them how to raise hell in Caroline

Oh the thing you know I miss most of all
Is the freedom of the rivers and the pine
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 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 up here I got Dixie on my mind
Lord I’m stuck up here I got Dixie on my mind

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