Tar Top

It was July hot 'cross Georgia

On my way to Myrtle Beach

I just got my diploma

So I set out in search of me

The honeymoon was over

And Alabama was far away

From being little more

Than just a southern state

I got a gig down at the Bowery

I played for tips and watered drinks

Just a novice in a business

That's seldom what it seems

And where are you goin' Tar Top

Where's J. C. And The Chosen Few

I saw the Flash without T. Gentry

And B. V. left for Malibu

I was July hot and thirty

Some years down the line

When the Boys touched the nation

Unaware at the time

I got to go to Texas

Tennessee and New York, too

A farm boy who is thankful

To be standin' in his shoes

But in the Bowery hangs the memories

Of dreams that still come true

Every time I see the spotlights

I'm one of the chosen few

And where are you going Tar Top

Where's J. C. and the Chosen Few

There's no Flash without T. Gentry

And B. V. where are you?

Where are you goin' Tar Top?

Which direction will you take?

What's this contrabanded clamor

About the music that you make?

And where are you goin' Tar Top

Is it country enough

Is it contemporary glamour

No it's us, just us

One more time for Knoxville, Tennessee