All the stations up here 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 that Tennessee mountain land.
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I've 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,
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I've had all I can stand,
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And I'm headed back below that Dixie line
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Well I just don't fit in,
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And I'll never come back again,
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I'm busted here with Dixie on my mind,
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Oh, I'm stuck up here and I got Dixie on my mind.
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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 Carolina.
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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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If this is the promised land,
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I've had all I can stand,
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Wish I was down in Houston town tonight,
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Well I just don't fit in,
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And I'll never come back again,
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I'm busted here with Dixie on my mind,
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Oh, I'm stuck up here and I got Dixie on my mind.
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Dixie on My Mind
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| Hank Williams, Jr. |
