Fare Thee Well, Carolina Gals

Those loose slim gals with swingery feet down at the airport side of Franklin Street I've been wathing them in a not quite innocent way I'm looking at them this evening Thinking about the plans I put on hold While the town got smaller and the days unrolled Now there ain't but two stories told and this one's about leaving Well I remember Katy then Rosalie I was pressing my luck when I tried for three Some shrink from a shamefull deed Me I'd do it gladly If I hand you a line you know that's true If I give you a couple then it's yours to choose One story from a total of two has got a good chance to end badly So fare thee well Carolina gals I'm going where you can't find me There'll be trouble in the days to come And a lot more fools behind me Well I was just a lad about yay tall Sniffing that glue when the north gate mall Down where the anchorman say you all And kindness is a show for strangers All them b school boys and old hippie men Sweating in the sun to no clear end I made a medium to poor boyfriend And a pretty good house paintor So fare thee well Carolina gals I'm going where you can't find me There'll be trouble in the days to come And a lot more fools behind me From his home dance heart couldn't be hume Like a simple phrase in a well made tune The stack-a-lee sound good on the moon You don't need a king chair and a hound dog He'd sing the blues I just smiled I was such a calm and settled child Thanking the Lord never dreaming the while He was laying out my downfall So with my hair in my eyes and my chest out-swelled I stood on her porch and I buzzed the bell Peaking round the blind and knowing full well That her folks was gone to Boston And they mean quiet when they say lights out But that was love making and it made me shout Daddy would have come home fast no doubt If he knew what the weekend had cost him So fare thee well Carolina gals I'm going where you can't find me There'll be trouble in the days to come And a lot more fools behind me Now if a cruel word escapes my mind Don't worry baby it's just the wine On second thought it's not the wine It's just me talking We mend poor at our problems Like we think that they're unique They cheer when they're baby starts to speak Ought to give them a prize for stopping Baby don't you be too surprised If I catch you in the farm after your mama dies Get a Cadillac and just ride Where the Pacific meets the bumper Stop looking at me like I've lost a screw Like things had to lead where they led to With the house have gone to codzoo I'd be lucky to get a clunker By luck I landed in the upper south By God I gotta make my own way out I should have read the signs by now I should have heard the locusts buzzing For old Tommy Thompson's dead and gone And I've been feeling not so strong Chapel Hill hasn't done me wrong It was fine until it wasn't So fare thee well Carolina gals I'm going where you can't find me There'll be trouble in the days to come And a lot more fools behind me Fare thee well Carolina gals I'm going where you can't find me There'll be trouble in the days to come And a lot more fools behind me