All the stations up here don't sign off with Dixie
The way they did in sweet home Alabama
The people here don't sip Jack Daniels whiskey
The way they do in that Tennessee mountain land

I've always heard lots 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 Okeechobee

If this is the promised land, I've had all I can stand
And I'm headed back below that Dixie line
Well I just don't fit in and I'll never come back again
I'm busted here with 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
They're all too busy tryin' to make an extra dime
Oh, I'd love to haul 'em all down around Spartanburg
And show 'em how to raise hell in Carolina

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 huntin' and fishin' up here, ya know
But I have met a few squirrels and one porcupine

If this is the promised land, I've had all I can stand
Wish I was down in Houston town tonight
Well I just don't fit in and I'll never come back again
I'm busted here with Dixie on my mind
Oh, I'm stuck up here and I got Dixie on my mind

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Hey porter, hey porter would you tell me the time?
How much longer will it be till we cross that Mason Dixon line?
At daylight would ya tell that engineer to slow it down?
Or better still, just stop the train 'cause I wanna look around

Hey porter, hey porter what time did ya say?
How much longer will it be till I can see the light of day?
When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer to ring his bell?
And ask everybody that ain't asleep to stand right up and yell

Hey porter, hey porter it's getting light outside
This old train is puffin' smoke and I have to strain my eyes
But ask that engineer if he will blow his whistle please
I smell frost on cotton leaves and I feel that southern breeze

Hey porter, hey porter please get my bags for me
I need nobody to tell me now that we're in Tennessee
Go tell that engineer to make that lonesome whistle scream
We're gettin' close from home so take it easy on the steam

Hey porter, hey porter please open up the door
When they stop the train I'm gonna get off first 'cause I can't wait no more
Tell that engineer I said thanks allot and I didn't mind the fare
Gonna set my feet on southern soil and breathe that southern air

Alas, it is discouraging to see that you don't see the irony in my previous post, as I merely spelled out what Tony was doing. Although I'm not convinced he recognizes it either.

I was tempted to respond, but the writing on the wall told me not to. So I just went off and left you whistling Dixie.

Well played.