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? 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 (La-la, livin' in the land of cotton) 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 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 said "Howdy" not "Shalom" Well I'm sorry Lucille (God bless the sight) But I feel what I feel (Of the old hills of Georgia) And this place is surreal (The old red hills) (Evermore her eternal) So How can I call this (Old red hills of) Home! (Home!)