Tar Top Lyrics

It was July hot in 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
From being little more than just a southern state

I got a gig down at the bowery I play 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 JC and the chosen few
I saw the Flash without T Gentry could he be left in Malibu

I was July hot and thirty some years down the line
When the voice touched the nation unaware at the time
I got to go to Texas, California, New York too
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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
Every time I see the spotlights I’m one of the chosen few
And where are you going tar top where’s JC and the chosen few
There’s no Flash without T Gentry believe, where are you?

And where are you going tar top which direction will you take
What’s this contraband you clamor about the music that you make
And where are you going tar top is it country enough
Is it contemporary glamour no it’s us