| Pack the sofa
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| And pack the old arm chair
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| Tell the china
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| To ask the silverware
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| To pray we find that
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| They speak the language there
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| And say good-bye to Carolina
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| Leave the puppies
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| And leave the old porch swing
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| Tell the children
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| We’re bringing everything
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| And tell the picture
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| Of Martin Luther King
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| To say good-bye to Carolina
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| Go west young man while you still can
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| Before you’re old and gray
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| Go west and make a better life
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| Than you could if you stayed
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| So tell your family
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| And tell your friends good-bye
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| Say you’ll write them
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| And keep them on your mind
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| And say you’ll see them
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| Whenever someone dies
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| And says good-bye to Carolina
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| Leave the puppies
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| And leave the old porch swing
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| Tell the children
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| We’re leaving everything
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| Except the picture
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| Of Martin Luther King
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| To say good-bye to Carolina
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| Go west young man while you still can
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| Before you’re out of time
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| And you can always come back home
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| Tomorrow if you like
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| Wave to the tractor
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| And to the tractor shed
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| And to the milk cow
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| That kicked me in the head
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| I can’t remember
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| But was it I who said
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| Good-bye to Carolina |