Southern Comfort Zone – NOT the Alcohol

The goal of our trip outside of the comfort of the South (license plate notwithstanding) is to traipse through upstate NY and VT to help Grandma find her “old stomping grounds.” There are sporadic outages for satellite coverage to show us where we are, so we take photos of directions so we can access exactly what tree we should turn “west at next intersection”. It’s overcast. Fields of corn and cows. And hubby keeping his iPhone wife Siri company, asking for re-routes of directions.

But I start to miss sweet tea. And country music stations. And hearing “y’all” instead of “you’s guys.”

And I begin to think ┬ámaybe I’m more Southern than Yankee.

It’s a fleeting thought. Very fleeting- but summed up in the song from Brad Paisley, “Southern Comfort Zone.”

“Southern Comfort Zone” By Brad Paisley

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”

Chorus:
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 I Miss my Tennessee home
But I can see the ways that I’ve 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 road I leave on
It will always bring me back

(Solo)

Chorus
I wish I was in Dixie Again
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

Look away, look away