| D | G | |
| All the station | s up here they don't sign off with Dixie |
| D | A | |
| the way | they did in sweet home Alabam' |
| D | G | |
| And the people h | ere don't sip Jack Daniels whiskey |
| D | A | D | |
| The way | they do in the Tennessee mounta | in land. |
| I've always heard alots 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 okchoabee |
| (Chorus) |
| G | D | |
| If th | is is the promise land, I've had all I ca | n stand |
| A | |
| And I'm heading back below that Dixie line. |
| G | D | |
| No, I j | ust don't fit in and I'll never com | e back again |
| F | G | D | |
| But I'm busted | here and I got Dixie on my mind | . |
| F | G | D | |
| Oh, I'm stuck u | p here and I got Dixie on my mind. |
| These people never smile or say a word |
| They're all to busy trying to make an extra dime. |
| Oh I'd love to haul them all down around Spartanburg |
| And show 'em how to raise hell in Caroline. |
| 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 hunting and fishing up here you know |
| But I have met a few squirrels and one porcupine. |
| (Chorus 2) |
| Well, if this is the promise land, I've had all I can stand |
| wish I was down in Houston town tonight. |
| Now I just don't fit in and I'll never be back again. |
| But I'm busted here and I got Dixie on my mind. |
| Lord I'm stuck up here and I got Dixie on my mind. |