| Back in the hills oh slow rollin' hills
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| Where North Carolina comes close to the stars
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| There’s livin' a lady who’s shinin' so high
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| They call her the «Carolina Star'
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| She works at the factory from Monday through Friday
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| She’s raisin' three daughters alone
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| Their daddy’s away, he’s chasing a dream
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| They’re waitin' for the day that he comes home
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| Oh, Carolina
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| Even stars get lonesome now and then
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| Oh, Carolina
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| Don’t you worry, he’ll be comin' home again
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| He’s playin' his songs in Nashville
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| He’s pickin' for tips in a bar
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| He’s broke and all alone, but he ain’t ready to come home
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| He’s wants to be a bluegrass pickin' star
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| Sometimes she wakes up just thinking of him
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| She remembers him beside her in the night
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| While out across those hills that old moon is settled in
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| And those Carolina stars are shining bright
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| Yes he loves you and he’s comin' home again |