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