Tar top

<p>It was July hot &#x27;cross Georgia on my way to Myrtle Beach<br/>I just got my diploma so I set out in search of me<br/>The honeymoon was over, and Alabama was far away<br/>From being little more than just a southern state<br/><br/>I got a gig down at the Bowery<br/>I played for tip and watered drinks<br/>Just a novice in a business<br/>That&#x27;s seldom what it seems<br/><br/>And where are you goin&#x27; Tar Top<br/>Where&#x27;s J. C. And The Chosen Few<br/>I saw the Flash without T. Gentry<br/>And B. V. left for Malibu<br/><br/>I was July hot and thirty, some years down the line<br/>When the Boys touched the nation, unaware at the time<br/>I got to go to Texas, California, New York too<br/>A farm boy who is thankful to be standin&#x27; in his shoes<br/>But in the Bowery hangs the mem&#x27;ries<br/>Of dreams that still come true<br/>Every time I see the spotlight<br/>I&#x27;m one of the chosen few<br/><br/>And where are you going Tar Top<br/>Where&#x27;s J. C. and the Chosen Few<br/>There&#x27;s no Flash without T. Gentry<br/>And B. V. where are you?<br/><br/>Where are you goin&#x27; Tar Top<br/>Which direction will you take<br/>What&#x27;s this contrabanded clamor<br/>About the music that you make?<br/><br/>And where are you goin&#x27; Tar Top<br/>Is it country enough<br/>Is it contemporary glamour<br/>No it&#x27;s us, just us<br/><br/>Uh huh...