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When your wheelhouse is the land of cotton,

The first time you leave it can be strange, it can be shocking

Not everybody drives a truck, not everybody drinks sweet tea

Not everybody owns a gun, wears a ball cap boots and jeans

Not everybody goes to church or watches every nascar race

Not everybody knows the words to “Ring Of Fire” or “Amazing Grace”

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Oh, Dixie Land,

I hope you understand

When I miss my Tennessee Home

And I been away way too long

I can’t see this world unless I go

Outside my Southern Comfort Zone

I have walked the streets of Rome, I have been to foreign lands

I know what it’s like to talk and have nobody understand

I have seen the Eiffel Tower lit up on a paris night

I have kissed a West Coast girl underneath the Northern Lights

I know what it’s like to meet the only one like me,

To take a good hard look around and be a minority

And I Miss my tennessee home

I can see the ways that I grown

I can’t see this world unless I go

Outside my Southern Comfort Zone

I miss your biscuits and your gravy

Fireflies dancing in the night

You have fed me and saved me

Billy Graham and Martha White

I have since become a gypsy

And I just can’t wait to pack

Cause I know the route I leave on

It will always bring me back

(Solo)

Chorus

I wish I was in Dixie Again

I miss my Tennessee Home

I’ve been away way too long

I can’t see this world unless I go

Outside My Southern Comfort Zone

Look away, look away