Just
a little bit south of North Carolina That's where I long to be
In my little brown shack in South Carolina Someone waits for me
In each lottery he says The weather's fine
The folks are feeling great The garden looks grand
And the red rose vine is clinging to the gate
Just a little bit south of North Carolina
That's where my thoughts all stray
To the one I love best in South Carolina
I'm going back someday I can hardly wait
To see the face of the one I idolize
Just a little bit south of North Carolina
I'll find paradise
