Just a little bit south of North Carolina,
That's where I long to be;
In that little red shack in South Carolina,
Someone waits for me.
In each letter he says the weather's fine,
The folks are feelin' great;
The garden looks grand and the red rose vine
Is clinging to the gate.
Just a little bit south of North Carolina,
That's where my thoughts all stray;
To the one I love best in South Carolina,
I'm going back some day.
I can hardly wait to see the face
Of the one I idolise;
Just a little bit south of North Carolina
I'll find paradise!
