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"
[Chorus] 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 be the only one like me, To take a good hard look around and be in the minority
And I miss my Tennessee home I can see the ways that I've 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, you have saved me Billy Graham and Martha White
I have since become a drifter And I just can't wait to pack 'Cause I know the route I leave on It will always bring me back
When I miss my Tennessee home And I've been away, way too long I can't see this world unless I go Outside my Southern Comfort zone