Carolina Bound
Don't look for me tomorrow, I won't be around
I'll be on 40 East somewhere in Tennessee
Loaded up and Carolina bound

I guess I'll be leaving in the morning
My time here has come and gone
Give my regards to the foreman
And kindly let him know I'm headed home

I use my hands to make my living
I've travelled all across the world
I count the blessings I've been given
And the best is my Carolina girl

There's a whitewashed fence in Caldwell County
And a 40-acre field needing plowed
I need her loving arms around me
I'll be there before the sun goes down