Southern Comfort Zone (Originally Performed By Brad Paisley) [Karaoke Version]
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 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 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 grown
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 and saved me
Billy Graham and Martha White
I have since become a gypsy
And I just can't wait to pack
Cause I know the route I leave on
It will always bring me back
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 Southern Comfort Zone
Look away, look away
I wish I was in Dixie, away, look away
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 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 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 grown
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 and saved me
Billy Graham and Martha White
I have since become a gypsy
And I just can't wait to pack
Cause I know the route I leave on
It will always bring me back
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 Southern Comfort Zone
Look away, look away
I wish I was in Dixie, away, look away
Credits
Writer(s): John Kelley Lovelace, Chris Dubois, Brad Douglas Paisley
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