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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