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Everytime I think I smell that sweet southern rain
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It takes me to a station on the long black train
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I want to hear the wind blow feel the earth move below me
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In spite of all the good times gotta rest my soul
Chorus
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I'm gone yes I'm gone
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Gone To Carolina where I know that I belong
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Yes I'm gone yes I'm gone
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Gone To Carolina where I know I have a home
For this part use the same notes as the first part
Every time I think I see your face in a crowd
It's like a bell inside of me and it's ringin' out loud
I been so high for so long there's nothing tried nor true
I'm thinking about coming down to lay a little on you