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It was July hot ´cross Georgia
On my way to Myrtle Beach
I´d 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 Bowry
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 a flash without T. Gentry
And B.V. left the Malibus
I was July hot and thirty some years
Down the line
When the boys touched the nation
Unaware of the time
I got to go to Texas
California, New York, too.
A farm boy who is thankful to be
Standin´ in his shoes

But in the Bowry  hangs the memories
Of dreams that still come true
Every time I see the spotlight
I´m one of the chosen few
And where are you going Tar Top?
Where´s J.C. and the chosen few?
There´s no falsh without T. Gentry
And B.V. where are you?
Where are you going Tar Top?
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