Caroline

Well she’s heard the gospel through the smokey neon lights
She’s seen me do wrong and me do right
She’s helped me write a hundred thousand lines
My Sweet Caroline

She looks more like a modern rock and roll star
But she’s playing rocky top in every honky tonk bar
She says so much, but never sings a line
My Sweet Caroline

And my oh my
She could stand the test of time
There ain’t no one sweeter, no one quite as fine
My Sweet Caroline

She gets her name from the blue ridge mountain line
She hails from a simpler, sweeter time
Them old guitar pickers would say, “Man, she’s a dime.”
My Sweet Caroline

And my oh my
She could stand the test of time
There ain’t no one sweeter, no one quite as fine
My Sweet Caroline

From Rocky Top to Old Dominion
Wherever that I roam
She is always there to guide me back
To my old Kentucky Home
In the honky tonks and the dim light bars
And when I’m crossing county lines
I have always got my best friend by my side

We have heard the voice of God speak loud and clear
Tell us what to do on earth while we’re here
So all my worries, in her six strings, I’ll confide
My blue ridge, flat top beauty, Caroline

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