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 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 meet the only one like me,
To take a good hard look around and be a minority
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 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 meet the only one like me,
To take a good hard look around and be a minority
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