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"
Oh, Dixie Land, I hope you understand 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
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 a minority
And I Miss my Tennessee home I can see the ways that I 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
I wish I was in Dixie Again I miss my Tennessee Home I´ve been away way too long I can´t see this world unless I go Outside My Southern Comfort Zone