Written by Randy Owen
Intro: (D) (C) (D) (C) (D) It was (D) July hot 'cross Georgia on my way to Myrtle Beach 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 (C) gig Down at The Bow(D)ery I played for (C) tips And watered (D) drinks Just a (C) nov(G)ice in a (D) business That's (G) sel(D/F#)dom (A) what (D) it (A) seems And (G) where are you going (D) Tar Top Where's J.(G)C. And The Chosen (D) Few I saw the (G) Flash without T. Gen(D)try And B.(Em)V. left for Malib(D)u (D) (C) (D) I was (D) July hot and thirty, 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 it thankful to be standin' in his shoes But in The (D) Bowery hangs the mem'ries of (A) dreams that still come (D/A) true Every time I see the spotlight I'm (A7) one of The Chosen (D/A) Few (D) And (G) where are you going (D) Tar Top Where's J.(G)C. And The Chosen (D) Few There's no (G) Flash without T. Gen(D)try And B.(Em)V. where are (D) you (C) Where are you goin' (D) Tar Top Which dir(C)ection will you (D) take What's this (G) countrabanded cla(D)mor About the (G) mus(D/F#)ic (A7) that (D) you (A) make (G) Where are you goin' (D) Tar Top Is it (G) country en(D)ough Is it cont(G/C)emporary gl(D)amour (Em) No..it's (D) us Just us... (C) (D) (C) (D) Repeat and fade...