How Can I Call This Home?

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? (La-la, living in the land of cotton!)

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)
Evermore lives the dream of Atlanta (Lives the dream of Atlanta)
But not mine!
Not mine! (Stand together!)

A Yankee with a college education (In the great state of Georgia!)
Who by his own design
Is trapped inside the land
That time forgot (Strong and proud!)
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 (God bless the sight)
But I feel what I feel (Of the old hills of Georgia) (Evermore lives the dream of Atlanta)
And this place is surreal (The old red hills) (Evermore her eternal—)
So how can I call this (Old red hills of)
Home? (Home!)