Carolina

Mountain riding, hillside climbing, rivers winding I’ve got to find my way home East coast sunrise, southern belle blue eyes, Folly beach at low tide here you won’t find Much wrong Well it’s those big blue skies over Carolina The crystal clear mountain spring water It’s those emerald green pines over Appalachia Can’t you see why, I call this place my home Well they say those roots grow deep down in the Southeast It’s funny cause folks don’t even know what that means It’s where you call on your neighbors by their first name Yes ma’am, no sir, it’s a shame people think that’s strange Hike on up to Tablerock to take your breath away Float on down the river on them hot summer days Where the whippoorwill call See all those waterfalls Maybe then you’ll stay Well it’s those big blue skies over Carolina The crystal clear mountain spring water It’s those emerald green pines over Appalachia Can’t you see why, I call this place my home Why don’t you take a bumpy ride on the cobblestone streets in Chucktown Where the low country hospitality will make you feel like you own a crown Where the Spanish moss flows in the wind and everyone’s your friend If I haven’t got through to you yet I’ll tell you again Well it’s those big blue skies over Carolina The crystal clear mountain spring water It’s those emerald green pines over Appalachia Can’t you see why, I call this place my home It’s those big blue skies over Carolina The crystal clear mountain spring water It’s those emerald green pines over Appalachia Can’t you see why, I call this place my home