It was laying pennies on the rail's and sneaking off to chew Red Man
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It was a Friday night win and followed by a Saturday bruise
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It was a first Blue Ribbon my dad and I drank, baptized on Glenville lake
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A tear in our eyes the night we lost all we had to lose
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That tobacco town where I grew up
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The tailgate down on a jacked up truck
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A ring we earned cause we owned that state
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A tombstone with my daddy's name
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Now the six string dream on a crazy course
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Has got my compass losing North
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And I need someone to remind me who I am
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Oh, Carolina can
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It was faded blue denim on Franklin Street
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A hazelnut buzz, a house band beat
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It was a summer heat dragging me to a fifth year fall
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It was classes skipped cause the room couldn't teach
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What we learned three days on a rice filled beach
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With my high school love, short hair
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And that sweet hometown southern drawl
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That tobacco town where I grew up
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The tailgate down on a jacked up truck
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A ring we earned cause we owned that state
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A tombstone with my daddy's name
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Now the six string dream on a crazy course
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Has got my compass losing North
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And I need someone to remind me who I am
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Yeah, Carolina can
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Carolina can
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Now two times on, ten states away
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Another night, another show to play
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Oh hey mister tailor, she ain't only on your mind
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That tobacco town where I grew up
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The tailgate down on a jacked up truck
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A ring we earned cause we owned that state
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A tombstone with my daddy's name
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The six string dream on a crazy course
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Has got my compass losing North
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And I need someone to remind me who I am
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Yeah, when I need someone to remind me who I am
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Yeah, Carolina can
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Carolina can
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Carolina can
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Carolina Can
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Chase Rice |