| In my mind I’m going to Carolina. Can’t you see the sunshine, can’t you just |
| feel the moonshine? |
| Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I’m going to |
| Carolina in my mind. |
| Karen she’s the silver sun, you best walk her way and watch it shine, |
| watch her watch the morning come. |
| A silver tear appearing now I’m crying, ain’t I? I’m going to Carolina in my |
| mind. |
| There ain’t no doubt in no ones mind that loves the finest thing around, |
| whisper something soft and kind. |
| And hey, babe, the sky’s on fire, I’m dying, ain’t I? I’m going to Carolina in |
| my mind. |
| In my mind I’m going to Carolina. Can’t you see the sunshine, can’t you just |
| feel the moonshine? |
| Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I’m going to |
| Carolina in my mind. |
| Dark and silent late last night, I think I might have heard the highway calling. |
| Geese in flight and dogs that bite. |
| And signs that might be omens say I’m going, going, going to Carolina in my |
| mind. |
| With a holy host of others standing round me, still I’m on the dark side of the |
| moon. |
| And it seems like it goes on like this forever, you must forgive me |
| if I’m up and in my mind I’m going to Carolina, |
| can’t you see the sunshine can’t you just feel the moonshine? |
| Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I’m going to |
| Carolina in my mind. |
| In my mind I’m going to Carolina. Can’t you see the sunshine, can’t you just |
| feel the moonshine? |
| Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I’m going to |
| Carolina in my mind. |
| Gotta make it back home again soon, gotta make it back on home again soon, |
| gotta make it back to Carolina soon, can’t hang around, no babe, |
| gotta make it back home again, |
| gotta make it back to Carolina soon… |