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" 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 I have kissed a West Coast girl underneath the Northern lights I know what it's like to be the only one like me To take a good hard look around and be in the minority And yeah, I miss my Tennessee home And I've been away way too long But I can't see this world unless I go Outside my Southern comfort zone I miss your biscuits and your gravy Fireflies dancing in the night You have fed me, you have saved me Billy Graham and Martha White But I've since become a drifter And I just can't wait to pack 'Cause I know the route I leave on It will always bring me back Look away, look away I miss my Tennessee home And I've been away way too long But I can't see this world unless I go Outside my Southern comfort zone Look away, look away