Vincent Draper

SOFT CORE | SAD BASTARD | ROCK ROLL

 
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CAROLINA

 

I HAVE BEEN DEAD MOST OF MY LIFE

SHOT DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FRIENDS

ON A PLAYGROUND OF SORTS IN T-SHIRTS AND SHORTS

ME WITH BLOOD ON MY HANDS

BUT SHE SAT RIGHT DOWN

PUT PRESSURE ON THE WOUND

HELD ME CLOSE

AND I TRIED NOT TO MOVE

 

I’VE BEEN THROUGH A LOT AND I’VE TRIED TO STAY STRONG

I CAN’T TAKE CREDIT FOR MY GOOD

I’M HERE CAUSE OF HER AND SHE’S HERE CAUSE OF FATE

OH, GOD, I DON’T DARE CALL IT LUCK

WHEN SHE SITS ME DOWN

ON THE KITCHEN STOOL

CUTS MY HAIR

AND I TRY NOT TO MOVE

I’M SIPPING SCOTCH

JUST TO SETTLE MY NERVES

HOLDING MY BREATH

TO STILL MY RACING HEART

AFTER ALL THESE YEARS

OF ACTING LIKE HER MAN

SHE’S MY UNKNOWN LEGEND

MY SWEET CAROLINA

 

I USED TO THINK OLD MICK HAD IT RIGHT

WE’D DO SOME LIVING ONCE WE DIED

WELL I’VE BEEN THERE AND BACK AND NOW SHE’S BY MY SIDE

AND I THINK WE’RE DOING JUST FINE