My Carolina Songtext
von Patrick Davis

She′s cathedral bells ringing
Down cobblestone Charleston streets
She's the morning sun rising
On the horseshoe at USC
She′s moonlight on black water
A John Deere down a Greer Farm Road
Moving nice and slow

No, there ain't nothing like her
She's a southern one of a kind
Even in my dreams I still find her
She′s like an old friend waiting when I close my eyes
And how lucky I am to call her mine
No, you′ll never find another like my Carolina
My Carolina


She's Lake Hartwell in September
With the leaves all aglow
She′s the Spanish moss hanging
From a Beaufort County oak
She's a horse race in Camden
Myrtle Beach first week
Making teenage memories

No, there ain′t nothing like her
She's a southern one of a kind
Even in my dreams I still find her
She′s like an old friend waiting when I close my eyes
And how lucky I am to call her mine
No, you'll never find another like my Carolina

And no matter how far I roam
Or how long I'm gone
She′s always home

No, there ain′t nothing like her
She's a southern one of a kind
Even in my dreams I still find her
She′s like an old friend waiting when I close my eyes
And how lucky I am to call her mine
No, you'll never find another like my Carolina
My Carolina


Talkin′ 'bout my, my, my Carolina
Talkin′ 'bout my, my, my Carolina
My Carolina
South Carolina
South Carolina
Ooh, yeah, yeah