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Carolina Moon - Scotty McCreery (斯考迪-迈克克里瑞)

I woke up this morning to the hummin' of the engines

Haulin' nature's finest from the Gulf of Mexico

Riding this ol' river is peaceful but it's lonesome

And it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home

Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines

But the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine

Oh how I miss those mountains when the laurels are in bloom

And the southern stars are dancin' 'round a North Carolina moon

Just rolled through Memphis I could hear them guitars playin'

They had the blues so bad it almost broke my heart

But it don't sound nothing like a band of tree frogs singin'

When every now and then they'd get in tune with grandpa's harp

Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines

But the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine

Oh how I miss those mountains when the laurels are in bloom

And the southern stars are dancin' 'round a North Carolina moon

Now when I die boys make me this promise

You'll send my body back up North Carolina way

I don't want no tombstone just lay me next to mama

And let the honeysuckle grow wild upon my grave

Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines

But the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine

Oh how I miss those mountains when the laurels are in bloom

And the southern stars are dancin' 'round a North Carolina moon

Yeah the southern stars are dancin' 'round a North Carolina moon

North Carolina moon

Oh how I miss those mountains when the laurels are in bloom

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