| It rained all night in Frisco and my sleeping bag got soaked
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| I woke up this morning, I was cold and wet and broke
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| I lit up my last cigarette at the California line
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| But I got Dixie on my mind
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| I flagged down a semi going into Denver town
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| It was snowing in them Rockies and he had to shut her down
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| And them Colorado Rocky Mountains sure are looking fine
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| But I got Dixie on my mind
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| Well, I got me a ride through Texas on a flat bed diesel truck
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| He said, «Where are you going?», I said «It don’t matter much»
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| Just drop me anywhere below that Mason Dixon line
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| Because I got Dixie on my mind
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| I love that sipping whiskey, Carolina Mountain Dew
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| And them Alabama hotcakes and that Georgia burning stew
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| I’m crazy about magnolia trees and honeysuckle vines
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| And I got Dixie on my mind
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| Just drop me anywhere below that Mason Dixon line
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| Because I got Dixie on my mind
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| I got Dixie on my mind |