Nothin' could be finer than to be in Carolina in the mornin'
No one could be sweeter than my sweetie when I meet her in the mornin'
Where the Mornin' Glory's twine around the door
Whisperin' pretty stories I long to hear once more
Strollin' with my girlie when the dew is pearly early in the mornin'
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup at dawnin'
If I had Aladdin's lamp for only a day, I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say
Nothin' could be finer than to be in Carolina in the mornin'
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