Альбом Hank Williams Jr.

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

I'd 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
No I just don't fit in, and I'll never come back again
But I'm busted here an' I got Dixie on my mind
Oh I'm stuck up here an' I got Dixie on my mind

(Yee-ha)

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 Carolin'

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

Well if this is the promised land, I've had all I can stand
Wish I was down in Houston town tonight
No I just don't fit in, and I'll never come back again
But I'm busted here an' I got Dixie on my mind
Oh I'm stuck up here an' got Dixie on my mind

I've got some fond memories of San Angelo,
And I've seen some beauty queens in El Paso,
But the best lookin women that I've ever seen,
Have all been in Texas and all wearin jeans.

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I'm a country plowboy,
Not an urban cowboy,
And I dont ride bulls,
But I have fought some men,
Drive a pickup truck,
Trust in God and luck,
And I live to love Texas women.


I thought I'd seen beauty in far away places,
Til I looked upon those Houston faces.
Spent Hollywood nights up in Beverly Hills,
But they weren't nothin like one night in Brownsville.

I'm a country plowboy,
Not an urban cowboy,
And I dont ride bulls,
But I have fought some men,
Drive a pickup truck,
Trust in God and luck,
And I live to love Texas women.


I'm a pretty fair judge of the opposite sex,
And I ain't seen nothin that will touch them yet.
They may be from Waco or out in Lampasas,
But one thing about them,
They all come from Texas.


I'm a country plowboy,
Not an urban cowboy,
And I dont ride bulls,
But I have fought some men,
Drive a pickup truck,
Trust in God and luck,
And I live to love Texas women.


I'm an Oiler fan,
Not a soccer man.
And my arms are red,
And so is my blood,
And they make it boil
With that soft Texas drawl
And I love em all,
Texas women.
A-ha!

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I can settle dow-own and be doinjust fine
Til I hear an old train rollindown the line
Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack
And if I didn抰 go, I believe I抎 blow my stack
I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand
When the lord made me
He made a ramblin man.

Some folks might sa-ay that I抦 no good
That I wouldn抰 settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callinme
There抯 somethino抏r the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes it抯 har-rd but you gotta understand
When the lord made me, he made a ra-amblinman.

I love to see the tow-owns a-passinby
And to ride these rails 抧eath god抯 blue sky
Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea
抍ause that抯 the life I believe he meant for me
And when I抦 go-one and at my grave you stand
Just say God called home your ra-amblinman.

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