Eli Edwards Project - Carolina Lyrics

Mountain riding, hillside climbing, rivers winding I've got to find my way home
East coast sunrise, southern belle blue eyes, Folly beach at low tide here you won't find Much wrong
Well it's those big blue skies over Carolina
The crystal clear mountain spring water
It's those emerald green pines over Appalachia
Can't you see why, I call this place my home
Well they say those roots grow deep down in the Southeast
It's funny cause folks don't even know what that means
It's where you call on your neighbors by their first name
Yes ma'am, no sir, it's a shame people think that's strange
Hike on up to Tablerock to take your breath away
Float on down the river on them hot summer days
Where the whippoorwill call
See all those waterfalls
Maybe then you'll stay
Well it's those big blue skies over Carolina
The crystal clear mountain spring water
It's those emerald green pines over Appalachia
Can't you see why, I call this place my home
Why don't you take a bumpy ride on the cobblestone streets in Chucktown
Where the low country hospitality will make you feel like you own a crown
Where the Spanish moss flows in the wind and everyone's your friend
If I haven't got through to you yet I'll tell you again
Well it's those big blue skies over Carolina
The crystal clear mountain spring water
It's those emerald green pines over Appalachia
Can't you see why, I call this place my home
It's those big blue skies over Carolina
The crystal clear mountain spring water
It's those emerald green pines over Appalachia
Can't you see why, I call this place my home