It was July hot across 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 For 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 30 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 Everytime 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 Glamour About the music that you make?
And where are you going Tar Top? Isn't country enough? Is it contemporary glamour? No, it's us... just us.