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