Alabama - Tar Top Lyrics
It was July hot 'cross Georgia on my way to Myrtle BeachI just got my diploma so I set out in search of meThe honeymoon was over, and Alabama was far awayFrom being little more than just a southern state.I got a gig down at the BoweryI played for tip and watered drinksJust a novice in a businessThat's seldom what it seems.And where are you goin' Tar TopWhere's J. C. And The Chosen FewI saw the Flash without T. GentryAnd B. V. left for Malibu.I was July hot and thirty, some years down the lineWhen the Boys touched the nation, unaware at the timeI got to go to Texas, California, New York tooA farm boy who is thankful to be standin' in his shoes.But in the Bowery hangs the mem'riesOf dreams that still come trueEvery time I see the spotlightI'm one of the chosen few.And where are you going Tar TopWhere's J. C. and the Chosen FewThere's no Flash without T. GentryAnd B. V. where are you?Where are you goin' Tar TopWhich direction will you takeWhat's this contrabanded clamorAbout the music that you make?And where are you goin' Tar TopIs it country enoughIs it contemporary glamourNo it's us, just us.Uh huh...
