Well I've spent a little time up in Chicago

And that cold north wind, well it just ain't made for 

me

Well the bright lights always shine, between the 

traffic and the crime

Makes me wish I was in the hills back in Tennessee.



Yeah, I've been known to hang out some in Pittsburg

But a boy like me, well, he just can't stay for long

I'd rather ride my Harley bike and camp out every night

Back there in them sticks where I belong.



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?Cause the tea just ain't as sweet in New York City

And them Detroit women ain't never been as fine

Well, I'll be doing good soon as I leave here


And get back down beneath that Dixieline.



Well I had myself a lady up in Boston

But I couldn't talk her into coming home

So one night while she lay sleepin', out the window I 

was leavin'

Bought a ticket back and I was gone.



Then I took a little trip to Albuquerque

But for three days straight, all it did was rain

Lord I couldn't hang around, well, I just had to ditch 

that town

And hopped a ride on a big ol' south bound train.



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Take me back down beneath that ol' Dixieline.