Every time I think I smell that sweet southern rain
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it takes me to a station on the long black train
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I wanna hear the wind blow, and feel the earth move below me
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despite of all the good times, I gotta rest my soul
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So I'm gone, yes I'm gone
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gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong
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Yes I'm gone, yes I'm gone
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gone to Carolina, where I know I have a home
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Every time I think I see your face in a crowd
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it's like a bell inside of me, and it's ringin' out loud
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I've been so high for so long, there's nothing tried nor true
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I'm thinking bout coming down, to lay a little on you
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And I'm gone, yes I'm gone
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gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong
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Yes I'm gone, yes I'm gone
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gone to Carolina, where I know I have a home
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Take me home
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[solo]
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Yes I'm gone, yes I'm gone
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gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong
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Yes I'm gone, yes I'm gone
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gone to Carolina, where I know I have a home
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Yea, come on
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Gone To Carolina
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| Shooter Jennings |
