It was July hot across 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
For being little more 
Than just a southern state

I got a gig down at the Bowery
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 the Flash without T. Gentry
and B.V. left for Malibu

I was July hot and 30
Some years down the line
When the boys touched the nation 
unaware at the time
I got to go to Texas
California, New York too
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
Everytime I see the spotlights
I'm one of the Chosen Few

And where are you going Tar Top? 
J.C., where's J.C. and the Chosen Few? 
There's no Flash without T. Gentry
B.V. Where are you? 

Where are you going Tar Top? 
Which direction will you take?
What's this contrabanded Glamour
About the music that you make? 

And where are you going Tar Top? 
Isn't country enough? 
Is it contemporary glamour? 
No, it's us... just us.

one more time.