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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=52518" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tar Top</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was July hot 'cross Georgia on my way to Myrtle Beach<br>I just got my diploma so I set out in search of me<br>The honeymoon was over, and Alabama was far away<br>From being little more than just a southern state.<br>I got a gig down at the Bowery<br>I played for tip and watered drinks<br>Just a novice in a business<br>That's seldom what it seems.<br>And where are you goin' Tar Top<br>Where's J. C. And The Chosen Few<br>I saw the Flash without T. Gentry<br>And B. V. left for Malibu.<br>I was July hot and thirty, some years down the line<br>When the Boys touched the nation, unaware at the time<br>I got to go to Texas, California, New York too<br>A farm boy who is thankful to be standin' in his shoes.<br>But in the Bowery hangs the mem'ries <br>Of dreams that still come true<br>Every time I see the spotlight<br>I'm one of the chosen few.<br>And where are you going Tar Top<br>Where's J. C. and the Chosen Few<br>There's no Flash without T. Gentry<br>And B. V. where are you?<br>Where are you goin' Tar Top<br>Which direction will you take<br>What's this contrabanded clamor<br>About the music that you make?<br>And where are you goin' Tar Top<br>Is it country enough<br>Is it contemporary glamour<br>No it's us, just us.<br>Uh huh...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Alabama - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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I 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 Bowery
I played..."></div>
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