Help Me Carolina

I wrote songs

All alone in my bedroom

And never told a soul growing up I'd sell mine to sing them

Then I went and learned the hard way And I gladly paid the price

To play the lights and live the life of Nashville But sad songs and singers

Quit singing on printers alley Without me so

Help me Carolina

I've gotta find my way back to you Cause Tennessee's gotta way to blind a Carolina man

That was born with a 6 string in his hand So can you help me Carolina

I wrote songs

About home in the city

Where witty wanderlust rough cut Country boys can only live so long Before the life their sacrificing Shines a light on the lie that

The troubadour dreams still lives Cause guys like Guy Clark

Quit singing from the heart on music Row

 

Long ago so

Help me Carolina

I've gotta find my way back to you Cause Tennessee's gotta way to blind a Carolina man

That was born with a 6 string in his hand So can you help me Carolina

So, help me Carolina

I've gotta find my way back to you Cause Tennessee's gotta way to blind a Carolina man

So, help me Carolina

I've gotta find my way back to you Cause Tennessee's gotta way to blind a Carolina man

That was born with a 6 string in his hand

And I'm not strong enough to make them understand So can you help me Carolina