And that big starry Montana sky
And the lights of San Francisco
On a California night
Enjoyed those ballgames in Chicago
On those windy afternoons
It s a big beautiful country
But I m never home too soon
If it ain t Dixieit won t do
If it ain t Dixie it don t feel quite like home
My southern blood runs deep and true
I ve had good times
North of the line
I ve got a lot of good friends too
But if it ain t Dixieit won t do
It won t do
When the leaves turn in New England
I love the chill that s in the air
I ve walked the New York City sidewalks
Had a big time in Times Square
But now my wheels are rollin southward
And heaven s comin into view
Home-sweet-home is Alabama
That s what I look forward to
If it ain t Dixie it don t feel quite like home
My southern blood runs deep and true
I ve had good times
North of the line
I ve got a lot of good friends too
If it ain t Dixieit won t do
It won t do
If it ain t Dixie
Oh noOh no-whoah
Now my wheels are rollin southward
And heaven s comin into view
Home-sweet-home is Alabama
That s what I look forward to
Y all come to Dixie.

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