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"
[Chorus:]
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
words
white
wheelhouse
understand
underneath
tower
tennessee
sweet
strange
southern
truck
since
shocking
eiffel
cotton
nascar
watches
drifter
billy
wears
dixie
every
grace
chorus
drives
around
always
night
dancing
amazing
coast
bring
unless
northern
again
church
paris
biscuits
martha
streets
boots
become
cause
everybody
graham
world
outside
fireflies
saved
kissed
first
comfort
foreign
grown
gravy
leave
jeans
walked
knows
lands
lights
drinks
minority
nobody
route
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