How Can I Call This Home?

I go to bed at night
 Hoping when I wake
 This will all be gone
 Like it was just a dream
 And I'll be home again
 Back again in Brooklyn
 Back with people who look like I do
 And talk like I do
 And think like I do
 But then
 The sun rises in Atlanta again
 These people make me tense
 I live in fear they'll start a conversation
 These people make no sense
 They talk and I just stare and shut my mouth
 It's like a foreign land
 I didn't understand
 That being Southern's not just being in the South
 Whan I look out on all this
 How can I call this Home?
 These men belong in zoos
 It's like they've never joined civilization
 The Jews are not like Jews
 I thought that Jews were Jews
 But I was wrong
 I thought I would be fine
 But four years down the line
 With ev'ry word it's very clear
 I don't belong (La-la, livin' in the land of cotton)
 I don't cuss, I don't drawl
 So how can I call this home?
 Home calls, and I'm free of the Southern breeze
 Free of magnolia trees and endless sunshine!
 Evermore lives the dream of Atlanta
 But not mine!
 Not mine (Stand together!)
 A Yankee with a college education (In the great state of Georgia!)
 Who by his own design
 Is trapped inside the land
 That time forgot (Strong and proud!)
 I'm trapped inside this life
 And trapped beside a wife
 Who would prefer that I said "Howdy" not "Shalom"
 Well I'm sorry Lucille (God bless the sight)
 But I feel what I feel (Of the old hills of Georgia)
 And this place is surreal (The old red hills) (Evermore her eternal)
 So How can I call this (Old red hills of)
 Home! (Home!)