Pines of Caroline

I was born in the West
There’s no blue ridge in the hills
No turkey in the straw
And the grass is almost dead
Uncle Pen would be lost
In the desert’s scorching sun
I’m too far from those bluegrass hills
That’s where I wanna run

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Take me there, to old Kentucky
Show me where it all began
Virginia’s just a memory
That I don’t carry yet
I wanna see the pines of Caroline

A whistle isn’t blowin’
From the Wabash Cannonball
No mail is a comin’
I can’t hear a train at all
The only thing I got’s
An old outpost down the road
I’m too far from those bluegrass hills
That’s where I wanna go

Chorus

The wind is hot and dry
And trees just barely grow
The footprints that I see
Are in the sand and not the snow
A cabin in the pines
Is the only place for me
I’m too far from those bluegrass hills
That’s where I wanna be

Chorus