Lyrics:

All The Stations Up Here They Dont Sign Off With Dixie
the Way They Did In Sweet Home Alabam
and The People Here Dont Sip Jack Daniels Whiskey
the Way They Do In The Tennessee Mountain Land

id Always Heard Lots About The Big Apple
so I Thought Id Come Up Here And See
but All Ive Seen So Far Is One Big Hassle
wish I Was Camped Out On The Okeechobee

if This Is The Promised Land, Ive Had All I Can Stand,
and Im Headed Back Below That Dixie Line
no I Just Dont Fit In, And Ill Never Come Back Again
but Im Busted Here An I Got Dixie On My Mind
oh Im Stuck Up Here An I Got Dixie On My Mind

(Yee-Ha)

these People Never Smile Or Say A Word
theyre All Too Busy Tryin To Make An Extra Dime
oh Id 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 Dont Do Much Huntin And Fishin Up Here Ya Know
but I Have Met A Few Squirrels And One Porcupine

well If This Is The Promised Land, Ive Had All I Can Stand
wish I Was Down In Houston Town Tonight
no I Just Dont Fit In, And Ill Never Come Back Again
but Im Busted Here An I Got Dixie On My Mind
oh Im Stuck Up Here An Got Dixie On My Mind