My mind often conjures
Up sweet memories
From days spent in youth
Beneath Loblolly Pine trees
With feet in red clay
Blue Carolina skies
If you catch me in daydream
That's where you'll find
Running through fields
Of tall Johnson grass
Rolling down hollers
Powered by laughs
Not a care in the world
Old or brand new
Kids being kids
Whistling Carolina tunes
My Papaw's old store
With worn wooden floors
Old men sitting round
Telling lies longer than yours
Fishing and hunting
Sport my memories
Keeping alive
These Carolina dreams
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
My mind often conjures
Up sweet memories
From days spent in youth
Beneath Loblolly Pine trees
With feet in red clay
Blue Carolina skies
If you catch me in daydream
That's where you'll find
Running through fields
Of tall Johnson grass
Rolling down hollers
Powered by laughs
Not a care in the world
Old or brand new
Kids being kids
Whistling Carolina tunes
My Papaw's old store
With worn wooden floors
Old men sitting round
Telling lies longer than yours
Fishing and hunting
Sport my memories
Keeping alive
These Carolina dreams
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