All the stations up here they don't sign off with Dixie
the way they did in sweet home Alabam'
And the people here don't sip Jack Daniels whiskey
The way they do in the Tennessee mountain land.
I've always heard alots about the Big Apple
If this is the promise land, I've had all I can stand
And I'm heading back below that Dixie line.
Now, I just don't fit in and I'll never come back again
But I'm busted here and I got 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