Beneath That Dixieline
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

[Chorus]
‘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

[Chorus]
‘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

[Chorus]
‘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

Take me back down beneath that ol’ Dixieline