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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Shooter Jennings
Chant
Leroy Powell
Guitare
Ted Kamp
Basse
Brian Keeling
Batterie
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dave Cobb
Production déléguée
Mark Rains
Ingénierie de mixage
Aaron Chmielewski
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Dana Dominquez
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Cindi Peters
Personnel de studio
Stephen Marcussen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Every time I think I smell that sweet southern rain
It takes me to a station on the long black train
I wanna hear the wind blow, and feel the earth move below me
Despite of all the good times, I gotta rest my soul
So 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
It's like a bell inside of me, and it's ringin' out loud
I've been so high for so long, there's nothing tried nor true
I'm thinking bout coming down, to lay a little on you
And 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
Take me home
[Solo]
Yes 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
Yea, come on
Writer(s): Shooter Jennings
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