Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Вокал
Leroy Powell
Leroy Powell
Гитара
Ted Kamp
Ted Kamp
Бас-гитара
Brian Keeling
Brian Keeling
Барабаны
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Исполнительный продюсер
Mark Rains
Mark Rains
Миксинг-инженер
Aaron Chmielewski
Aaron Chmielewski
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Dana Dominquez
Dana Dominquez
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Cindi Peters
Cindi Peters
Сотрудник студии
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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