Key: C
Introduction:
D C9
Every time I think I smell that sweet southern rain
C9 G F D
It takes me to a station on the long black train
D C9
I want to hear the wind blow, feel the earth move below me
C9 G F D
In spite of all the good times, gotta rest my soul
D C9
I'm gone, yes, I'm gone
C9 G F D
Gone To Carolina, where I know that I belong
D C9
Yes, I'm gone, yes, I'm gone
C9 G F D
Gone To Carolina, where I know I have a home
Every time I think I see your face in a crowd