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