I'm coming back, Southern Comfort Zone.
I know what it's like to talk and have nobody understand
I know what it's like to be 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, You have saved me
Billy Graham and Martha White
I have 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
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