| Until her landlord showed up with two hundred dollar bills
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| A notice of eviction on the other hand
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| Now she don’t live there no more
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| And everyone thinks he drowned
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| I pulled into Mecklenburg on them trains
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| Into a station that got flooded when they opened up the dam
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| And broke their connections to the railway lines
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| So they could blast into the quarry
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| And for every load of granite
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| We got a ton of worry
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| One night at the diner over eggs
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| Over easy she showed me the length of her legs
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| But that gold plated cross on her neck, it was real
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| And you don’t get that kind of money from pushing meal
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| I should’ve told him that you were the one for me
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| But I lied, But I lied
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| To most any drifter whose looking for work is too weird
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| I met your sister and I married her in July
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| But if only to be closer to you, Caroline
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| Percy and I moved down the street
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| Until we lost two pretty girls
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| One was seven and one was three
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| Alderman and Caroline owned the house right up the hill
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| Where we laid those babies down
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| So they could still see our house
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| Suspicion got the best of old Alderman Haint
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| He owned an auto parts store off the interstate
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| But the lord took him home in July
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| And then Rose spilled the beans on the day that he died
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| And we was in trouble
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| I should’ve told him that you were the one for me
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| But I lied, But I lied
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| Tied up to concrete at the bottom of the quarry
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| With a tattoo on his heart that spelled out «Caroline»
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| He was silent but his rosary well it
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| Drifted into the custody
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| Of a sheriff that was just deputized
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| And I was down at the banquet hall
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| When two guys came up, pretty angry and drunk
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| And I’m still here at the banquet hall
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| At the banquet hall
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| Where the gun went off, in the Carolina Rain
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| In the Carolina Rain, in the Carolina Rain
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| Oh, Caroline |