Carolina, Carolina, Carolina, Carolina
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning
No one could be sweeter that my sweetie when I meet her in the morning
Where the morning glory
Twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories
I long to hear once more
Strolling with my girlie when the dew is pearly early in the morning
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup, in the morning
If I had Aladdin's lamp
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning
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