Carolina I hear you calling I just have to close my eyes and I'll be there Carolina I hear you calling I can almost touch the mountains in your hair When I left my home in Carolina I never thought that things would get this far I was only seventeen when I struck out for New Orleans Trying to do or die on my guitar Well I always thought someday I'd be returning But I kept drifting with that same old traveling wind Can I still call you home or have I stayed away too long Carolina would you have me back again Carolina I hear you calling I just have to close my eyes and I'll be there Carolina I hear you calling I can almost touch the mountains in your hair (Carolina) Carolina I hear you calling I just have to close my eyes and I'll be there Carolina I hear you calling I can almost touch the mountains in your hair I can almost touch the mountains in your hair