Tar top lyrics
by Alabama
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 going, 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
California, New York too
A farm boy who is thankful
To be standing 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
J.C, where's J. C. and the Chosen Few
There's no Flash without T. Gentry
B. V., where are you
Where are you going, Tar Top
Which direction will you take
What's this contrabanded clamor
About the music that you make
And where are you going, Tar Top
Is it country enough
Is it contemporary glamour
No, it's us, just us
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