All the stations up here don't sign off with Dixie   The way they did in sweet home Alabama   The people here don't sip Jack Daniels whiskey   The way they do in that Tennessee mountain land      I've 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 Okachovee      If this is the promised land, I've had all I can stand   And I'm headed back below that Dixie line   Well I just don't fit in and I'll never come back again   I'm busted here with 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 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 Carolina      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, ya know   But I have met a few squirrels and one porcupine      If this is the promised land, I've had all I can stand   Wish I was down in Houston town tonight   Well I just don't fit in and I'll never come back again   I'm busted here with Dixie on my mind   Oh, I'm stuck up here and I got Dixie on my mind