Alabama Tar Top Lyrics

Tar Top Lyrics

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.



one more time.