D                                         G  
 All the stations up here they don't sign off with Dixie  
     D                             A  
 the way they did in sweet home Alabam'  
         D                                  G  
 And the people here don't sip Jack Daniels whiskey  
     D                  A                  D  
 The way they do in the Tennessee mountain 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  
 

[Refrão]
    G                              D  
 If this is the promise land, I've had all I can stand  
                                       A  
 And I'm heading back below that Dixie line.  
      G                            D  
 Now, I just don't fit in and I'll never come back again  
         F                     G           D  
 But I'm busted here and I got Dixie on my mind.  
         F                       G           D  
 Oh, I'm stuck up 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.