Carolina

by Richard C. Potter

Genre: Country

Lyrics

Carolina
Copyright 2008 Richard C. Potter

No matter where I roam, I never feel at home.
There’s ‘somethin ‘missin that I can’t explain.
And everyone I meet makes me feel so incomplete.
My sanity goes slowly down the drain.

Carolina, Carolina, The ‘steppin stone was slippery in the rain.
Carolina, Carolina, I swear I told her not to play that game.

Now when I lay my head down upon my park bench bed
I rarely get to sleep ’till half past three.
That was about the time that the old Lystra church bell chimed
And the last time that I heard her call to me.

Carolina, Carolina, If it was his or mine it’s all the same.
Carolina, Carolina, They said you only had yourself to blame.

Well, I drove into town one night and I stopped outside the bar.
I thought I smelled her perfume and I recognized her car.
Well, I looked in and there she was in the lap of another man.
The way she’d made me feel, I guess it died, right there and then.

Now if perchance I dream then I’m back there by that stream.
And we’re walking hand in hand along the bank.
The next thing that I know, I feel her letting go
I watched her in slow motion as she sank.

Carolina, Carolina, The ‘steppin stone was slippery in the rain.
Carolina, Carolina, I wonder if … she heard me … call her name?

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