| They got their name
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| From an old key chain
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| Left lyin' on the floor
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| They said it came
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| From an old man that played
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| You know we opened up the door
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| So they took off on their own
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| And they left their families home
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| Takin' it day by day
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| And they spend most of their time
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| Writin' songs 'bout Caroline
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| They gonna make it, one day
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| The years, they passed
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| And the songs, went by
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| Like travelin' through those blue ridge mountain skies
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| All the years today have all gone by
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| You can still see it in their eyes
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| So they played from Caroline
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| To the coast of California
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| Workin' every day
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| Makin' all their dreams come true
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| Brought the music back to you
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| You know they made it there this way
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| Wasn’t that long ago
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| Seems to me
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| The long hard ride is over now
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| Can’t you see
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| Can’t you see
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| So they played from Caroline
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| To the coast of California
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| Workin' every day
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| Makin' all their dreams come true
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| Brought the music back to you
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| You know they made it there this way
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| So they played from Caroline
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| To the coast of California
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| Workin' every day
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| Makin' all their dreams come true
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| Brought the music back to you
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| You know they made it there this way |