Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Vocals
Leroy Powell
Leroy Powell
Guitar
Ted Kamp
Ted Kamp
Bass Guitar
Brian Keeling
Brian Keeling
Drums
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Executive Producer
Mark Rains
Mark Rains
Mixing Engineer
Aaron Chmielewski
Aaron Chmielewski
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dana Dominquez
Dana Dominquez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Cindi Peters
Cindi Peters
Studio Personnel
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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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