The first things I remember are frosty Carolina mornings with a cheery fire
crackling in my mama's big, black, wood cook stove.
I remember snow flakes as big as goose feathers and a moon the color of new
made country b***er in a night sky like diamonds against black velvet reaching
from horizon to horizon
I remember when the biggest problems in my barefoot life were sand spurs and
red ant hills
I remember sitting with my grand daddy on the front porch and watching the last
of that magnificent southern sun bleed away into the twilight sky
I remember Sunday school and Kneel at the Cross and trying to imagine what
God looked like. Sunday dinner, short pants, hair cuts and the little puppy my
daddy brought home to me, and I remember love
I remember steam puffing, fire breathing, awesome 10 wheeled locomotives and the
conductor's watch looked as big as one of my grand mothers biscuits.
I remember my mother smiling in her red and white checkered dress --- and Christmas
always seemed so far away. yes I remember you Carolina, Grand Old Lady of the
South ---
I remember you as home
One of the memories that stays on my mind
about an old southern lady that I left behind
is a ramshackle bridge where the deep river winds
and an old two-lane blacktop through the tall long-leaf pines
Carolina, Carolina
You're hard but you're hard to forget
I still remember the magnolia nights
and goosefeather snow flakes in the gray morning light
sandspurs and puppies and red autumn leaves
and the warm lights in the clear night on a cold Christmas Eve
Carolina, Carolina
You're hard but you're hard to forget
Carolina I knew you
before the highways got to you
and I loved you as one of your own
and I still do
Carolina, Carolina
You're hard but you're hard to forget
You're hard To Forget
crackling in my mama's big, black, wood cook stove.
I remember snow flakes as big as goose feathers and a moon the color of new
made country b***er in a night sky like diamonds against black velvet reaching
from horizon to horizon
I remember when the biggest problems in my barefoot life were sand spurs and
red ant hills
I remember sitting with my grand daddy on the front porch and watching the last
of that magnificent southern sun bleed away into the twilight sky
I remember Sunday school and Kneel at the Cross and trying to imagine what
God looked like. Sunday dinner, short pants, hair cuts and the little puppy my
daddy brought home to me, and I remember love
I remember steam puffing, fire breathing, awesome 10 wheeled locomotives and the
conductor's watch looked as big as one of my grand mothers biscuits.
I remember my mother smiling in her red and white checkered dress --- and Christmas
always seemed so far away. yes I remember you Carolina, Grand Old Lady of the
South ---
I remember you as home
One of the memories that stays on my mind
about an old southern lady that I left behind
is a ramshackle bridge where the deep river winds
and an old two-lane blacktop through the tall long-leaf pines
Carolina, Carolina
You're hard but you're hard to forget
I still remember the magnolia nights
and goosefeather snow flakes in the gray morning light
sandspurs and puppies and red autumn leaves
and the warm lights in the clear night on a cold Christmas Eve
Carolina, Carolina
You're hard but you're hard to forget
Carolina I knew you
before the highways got to you
and I loved you as one of your own
and I still do
Carolina, Carolina
You're hard but you're hard to forget
You're hard To Forget