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Everytime I think I smell that sweet southern rain
It takes me to a station on the long black train
I want to hear the wind blow, feel the earth move below me
In spite of all the good times, gotta rest my soul
Chorus
I'm gone, yes, I'm gone
Gone To Carolina, where I know that I belong
Yes, I'm gone, yes, I'm gone
Gone To Carolina, where I know I have a home
(For this part,use the same notes as the first part)
Every time I think I see your face in a crowd
It's like a bell inside of me and it's ringin' out loud
I been so high for so long, there's nothing tried nor true
I'm thinking about coming down to lay a little on you