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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chase Rice
Chase Rice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chase Rice
Chase Rice
Songwriter
Scooter Carusoe
Scooter Carusoe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris DeStefano
Chris DeStefano
Producer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It was layin' pennies on the rail's and
Sneaking off to chew Red Man
It was a Friday night win
Followed by a Saturday bruise
It was a first Blue Ribbon my dad and I drank
Baptized on Glenville Lake
A tear in her eyes
The night we lost all we had to lose
That tobacco town where I grew up
A tailgate down on a jacked up truck
A ring we earned 'cause we owned that state
A tombstone with my daddy's name
Now, the six-string dream on a crazy course
Has got my compass losing North
And I need someone to remind me who I am
Oh, Carolina can
It was faded blue denim on Franklin Street
A" He's not" buzz, a house band beat
It was a summer heat draggin' me
To a fifth year fall
It was classes skipped
'Cause the room couldn't teach
What we learned three days on Wrightsville Beach
With my high school love, short hair
And that sweet hometown southern drawl
That tobacco town where I grew up
A tailgate down on a jacked up truck
A ring we earned 'cause we owned that state
A tombstone with my daddy's name
Now, the six string dream on a crazy course
Has got my compass losing North
And I need someone to remind me who I am
Yeah, Carolina can
Carolina can
Now, two times on's ten states away
Another night, another show to play
Oh hey, Mister Taylor, she ain't only on your mind
That tobacco town where I grew up
A tailgate down on a jacked up truck
A ring we earned 'cause we owned that state
A tombstone with my daddy's name
The six-string dream on a crazy course
Has got my compass losing North
And I need someone to remind me who I am
Yeah, when I need someone to remind me who I am
Yeah, Carolina can
Carolina can
Carolina can
Written by: Chase Rice, Scooter Carusoe, Travis Hill
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