Carolina To Me

I believe this life we're livin'

Ain't all there is

And there's somethin' better up there

Waitin' after this

I've sat on Sunday mornings

Listened to that preacher preach

And I get what he's sayin'

But man, if you ask me

You think pearly gates

You think streets of gold

And I think about them long leaf pines

Lined on Tobacco Road

You think skies of blue

You think angels' wings

I think grandpa on an old creek bank

And a Zebco 33

And we all got our own opinions

We all believe what we believe

But everything that's Heaven to you

Is Carolina to me

I've already walked with Jesus

Goin' through Kill Devil Hills

And I've talked to God face to face

Sittin' high up in Linville

But if you still want your mansion

And your perfect paradise

Then go on and get yours

And I'll head on back to mine

You think pearly gates

You think streets of gold

And I think about them long leaf pines

Lined on Tobacco Road

You think skies of blue

You think angels' wings

I think wild horses on the Outer Banks

Runnin' up and down the beach

And we all got our own opinions

We all believe what we believe

But everything that's Heaven to you

Is Carolina to me

Well, if you still want your mansion

And your perfect paradise

Then go on and get yours

And I'll head on back to mine

You think pearly gates

You think streets of gold

And I think about them long leaf pines

Lined on Tobacco Road

You think skies of blue

You think angels' wings

And I think about ol' Andy Griffith

Whistlin' on TV

And we all got our own opinions

We all believe what we believe

But everything that's Heaven to you

Is Carolina to me

Is Carolina to me