[Intro:  ](D)  (C)   (D) (C)   (D) 
 
It was (D) July hot 'cross Georgia on my way to Myrtle Beach 
Just got my diploma so I set out in search of me 
The honeymoon was over, and Alabama was far away 
From being little more than just a southern state 
 
I got a (C) gig 
Down at The Bow(D)ery 
I played for (C) tips  
And watered (D) drinks 
Just a (C) nov(G)ice in a (D) business 
That's (G) sel(D/F#)dom (A) what (D) it (A) seems 
 
And (G) where are you going (D) Tar Top 
Where's J.(G)C. And The Chosen (D) Few 
I saw the (G) Flash without T. Gen(D)try 
And B.(Em)V. left for Malib(D)u 
 
(D)  (C)  (D) 
 
I was (D) July hot and thirty, some years down the line 
When the Boys touched the nation, unaware at the time 
I got to go to Texas, California, New York, too 
A farm boy who it thankful to be standin' in his shoes 
 
But in The (D) Bowery hangs the mem'ries of (A) dreams that still come (D/A) true 
Every time I see the spotlight 
I'm (A7) one of The Chosen (D/A) Few (D) 
 
And (G) where are you going (D) Tar Top 
Where's J.(G)C. And The Chosen (D) Few 
There's no (G) Flash without T. Gen(D)try 
And B.(Em)V. where are (D) you 
 
(C) Where are you goin' (D) Tar Top 
Which dir(C)ection will you (D) take 
What's this (G) countrabanded cla(D)mor 
About the (G) mus(D/F#)ic (A7) that (D) you (A) make 
(G) Where are you goin' (D) Tar Top 
Is it (G) country en(D)ough 
Is it cont(G/C)emporary gl(D)amour 
(Em) No..it's (D) us 
Just us... 
 
(C)   (D) 
(C)   (D) 
 
Repeat and fade...