Carolina To Me

I believe this life we're livin'
Ain't all there is
And there's somethin' better up there
Waitin' after this
I've sat on Sunday mornings
Listened to that preacher preach
And I get what he's sayin'
But man, if you ask me

You think pearly gates, you think streets of gold
And I think about them long leaf pines lined on Tobacco Road
You think skies of blue, you think angels' wings
I think grandpa on an old creek bank and a Zebco 33
We all got our own opinions, we all believe what we believe
But everything that's Heaven to you is Carolina to me

I've already walked with Jesus
Goin' through Kill Devil Hills
And I've talked to God face to face
Sittin' high up in Linville
But if you still want your mansion
And your perfect paradise
Then go on and get yours
And I'll head on back to mine

You think pearly gates, you think streets of gold
And I think about them long leaf pines lined on Tobacco Road
You think skies of blue, you think angels' wings
I think wild horses on the Outer Banks runnin' up and down the beach
We all got our own opinions, we all believe what we believe
But everything that's Heaven to you is Carolina to me

Well, if you still want your mansion
And your perfect paradise
Then go on and get yours
And I'll head on back to mine

You think pearly gates, you think streets of gold
And I think about them long leaf pines lined on Tobacco Road
You think skies of blue, you think angels' wings
And I think about ol' Andy Griffith whistlin' on TV
And we all got our own opinions, we all believe what we believe
But everything that's Heaven to you is Carolina to me
Is Carolina to me



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Dewayne Bussey, Scotty Mccreery, Taylor Delmar Phillips
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