Paroles officielles de la chanson «Tar Top» : Alabama

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Tar Top"

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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