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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Vocals
Leroy Powell
Leroy Powell
Guitar
Ted Kamp
Ted Kamp
Bass Guitar
Brian Keeling
Brian Keeling
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
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
Takes me to a station on the long black train
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, get up
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
Been so high for so long, there's nothin' tried nor true
I'm thinkin' about comin' 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
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
Oh, gone to Carolina, where I know I have a home
Yeah, come on, ride
You got places to be
Written by: Shooter Jennings
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