I go to bed at night Hoping when I wake This will all be gone Like it was just a dream And I'll be home again Back again in Brooklyn Back with people who look like I do And talk like I do And think like I do But then The sun rises in Atlanta again These people make me tense I live in fear they'll start a conversation These people make no sense They talk and I just stare and shut my mouth It's like a foreign land I didn't understand That being Southern's not just being in the South Whan I look out on all this How can I call this Home? These men belong in zoos It's like they've never joined civilization The Jews are not like Jews I thought that Jews were Jews But I was wrong I thought I would be fine But four years down the line With ev'ry word it's very clear I don't belong I don't cuss, I don't drawl So how can I call this Home? Home calls, and I'm free of the Southern breeze Free of magnolia trees and endless sunshine! Evermore lives the dream of Atlanta But not mine! Not mine! A Yankee with a college education Who by his own design Is trapped inside the land That time forgot I'm trapped inside this life And trapped beside a wife Who would prefer that I'd say "Howdy" not "Shalom" Well I'm sorry Lucille But I feel what I feel And this place is surreal So how can I call this Home?