| When it’s Christmas time in Carolina
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| The kinfolks gather up at Grandma’s house
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| And they fill the house with love
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| And they honor God above
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| They remember what the season’s all about
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| It’s been ten long years since I’ve been there with them
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| And I can’t face another holiday alone
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| And tonight I’m going back
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| And if this train don’t jump the track
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| I’ll spend Christmas Eve with all the folks at home
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| Carolina I hear you calling
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| I just have to close my eyes and I’ll be there
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| Carolina I hear you calling
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| I can almost touch the mountains in your hair
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| When I left my home in Carolina
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| I never thought that things would get this far
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| I was only seventeen when I struck out for New Orleans
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| Trying to do or die on my guitar
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| Well I always thought someday I’d be returning
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| But I kept drifting with that same old traveling wind
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| Can I still call you home or have I stayed away too long
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| Carolina would you have me back again
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| Carolina I hear you calling
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| I just have to close my eyes and I’ll be there
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| Carolina I hear you calling
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| I can almost touch the mountains in your hair
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| (Carolina)
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| Carolina I hear you calling
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| I just have to close my eyes and I’ll be there
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| Carolina I hear you calling
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| I can almost touch the mountains in your hair
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| I can almost touch the mountains in your hair |