Old Carolina A

In old Carolina, where I was born;
and that’s where I want to be
But I’m stranded here in Ohio,
cold and hungry, with nothing to eat
I miss my Mama and my Papa
and my faithful old coonhound
I miss my Julie, sweet tender lovin’,
and that little Carolina town

I was foolish to go and leave her;
I had roamin’ on my mind
If I ever get out of this city,
in old Carolina, I’ll be found
I left my Julie, she was cryin’;
tears like rain were fallin’ down
I miss my Julie, sweet tender lovin’,
and that little Carolina town