Carolina
Riobravo
There`s a little reverb on the vocals here but I`ve posted a dry version as well.
Lyrics
Born in Carolina north of Ashville.
The smell of sweet magnolias everywhere.
I guess I`ve been a country boy forever.
The first time that I smelled that southern air.
My Daddy drove the train from Boone to Statesville.
That`s the only kind of life he ha d ever known.
I recall he used to take me with him.
I guess that`s when I became a rolling stone.
It`s a long long time since I left Carolina.
My smoky mountain home so far away.
In my traveling days day`s I ain`t seen nothing finer.
Than my southern lady waiting on the bay.
I left my home to live beside the ocean.
I learned to love the cold and the winter chill.
But troubled waters always seemed to find me.
I was cold the night I ran from Jacksonville.
It`s a long long time since I left Carolina.
My smoky mountain home so far away.
In my traveling days day`s I ain`t seen nothing finer.
Than my southern lady waiting on the bay.
I`ve spent a lot of time you might say in exile.
Places where I lived but couldn`t call my own.
I still dream about the folk in Carolina.
But I`m a million miles away from home.
It`s a long long time since I left Carolina.
My smoky mountain home so far away.
In my traveling days day`s I ain`t seen nothing finer.
Than my southern lady waiting on the bay.
Lyrics
Born in Carolina north of Ashville.
The smell of sweet magnolias everywhere.
I guess I`ve been a country boy forever.
The first time that I smelled that southern air.
My Daddy drove the train from Boone to Statesville.
That`s the only kind of life he ha d ever known.
I recall he used to take me with him.
I guess that`s when I became a rolling stone.
It`s a long long time since I left Carolina.
My smoky mountain home so far away.
In my traveling days day`s I ain`t seen nothing finer.
Than my southern lady waiting on the bay.
I left my home to live beside the ocean.
I learned to love the cold and the winter chill.
But troubled waters always seemed to find me.
I was cold the night I ran from Jacksonville.
It`s a long long time since I left Carolina.
My smoky mountain home so far away.
In my traveling days day`s I ain`t seen nothing finer.
Than my southern lady waiting on the bay.
I`ve spent a lot of time you might say in exile.
Places where I lived but couldn`t call my own.
I still dream about the folk in Carolina.
But I`m a million miles away from home.
It`s a long long time since I left Carolina.
My smoky mountain home so far away.
In my traveling days day`s I ain`t seen nothing finer.
Than my southern lady waiting on the bay.