| All the stations up here they don’t sign off with Dixie
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| The way they did in sweet home Alabam'
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| And the people here don’t sip Jack Daniels whiskey
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| The way they do in the Tennessee mountain land
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| I’d always heard lots about the big apple
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| So I thought I’d come up here and see
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| But all I’ve seen so far is one big hassle
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| Wish I was camped out on the Okeechobee
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| If this is the promised land, I’ve had all I can stand
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| And I’m headed back below that Dixie line
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| No I just don’t fit in, and I’ll never come back again
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| But I’m busted here an' I got Dixie on my mind
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| Oh I’m stuck up here an' I got Dixie on my mind
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| (Yee-ha)
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| These people never smile or say a word
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| They’re all too busy tryin' to make an extra dime
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| Oh I’d love to haul 'em all down around Spartanburg
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| And show 'em how to raise hell in Carolin'
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| Oh the things you know that I miss most of all
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| Is the freedom of the rivers and the pines
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| They don’t do much huntin' and fishin' up here ya know
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| But I have met a few squirrels and one porcupine
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| Well if this is the promised land, I’ve had all I can stand
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| Wish I was down in Houston town tonight
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| No I just don’t fit in, and I’ll never come back again
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| But I’m busted here an' I got Dixie on my mind
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| Oh I’m stuck up here an' got Dixie on my mind |