| 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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| 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 |