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