Carolina Pines

JUST AN OLD HOUSE WITH THE ROOF FALLING IN

STANDING AT THE EDGE OF THE FIELD

WATCHING THE CROPS GROW AS IT'S ALWAYS DONE BEFORE

NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE

THE SUN'S GOING DOWN IN THE CAROLINA PINES

I'M A LONG WAY FROM HOME AND I MISS THAT LOVE OF MINE

BROKEN WINDOWS, EMPTY DOORS, NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE

OLD MEMORIES COME WHISTLING LIKE THE WIND

THROUGH THE WALLS AND THE CRACKED WINDOW PANES

AND THE GRASS IS GROWING HIGH AROUND THE KITCHEN DOOR

NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE

THE SUN'S GOING DOWN IN THE CAROLINA PINES

I'M A LONG WAY FROM HOME AND I MISS THAT LOVE OF MINE

BROKEN WINDOWS, EMPTY DOORS, NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE

ONCE THERE WERE CHILDREN AND A FEW HIRED HANDS

A HARD-WORKING WOMAN AND A BONE-TIRED MAN

NOW THAT OLD SUN STEALS ACROSS A DUSTY FLOOR

NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE

THE SUN'S GOING DOWN IN THE CAROLINA PINES

I'M A LONG WAY FROM HOME AND I MISS THAT LOVE OF MINE

BROKEN WINDOWS, EMPTY DOORS, NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE