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 [bad word]  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"

 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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

And I Miss my tennessee home
I can see the ways that I've grown
I can't see this world unless I go
Outside my [bad word] Zone

I miss your biscuits and your gravy
Fireflies dancing in the night
You have fed me and saved me
Billy Graham and Martha White

I have since [bad word] a gypsy
And I just can't wait to pack
Cause I know the route I leave on
It will always bring me back

(Solo)

 [bad word] 
I wish I was in Dixie Again
I miss my Tennessee Home
I've been away way too long
I can't see this world unless I go
Outside My [bad word] Zone

Look away, look away

 [bad word]  I wish I was in dixie, away, look away)