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
That 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 then I miss my Tennessee home
And I've been away way too long
but 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, 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

Look away, look away

I miss my Tennessee Home
I've been away way too long
But I can't see this world unless I go
Outside My Southern Comfort Zone

Look away, look away