Carolina Pines

Just an old house with the roof fallin' in

Standin' on the edge of the field

Watching the crops grow like its always done before

Nobody lives here anymoreThe sun's going down on the Carolina pines

I'm a long way from home

I miss that love of mine broken windows empty doors

Nobody lives here anymoreOld memories come whistling like the wind

Through the walls and the cracked window panes

And the grass is growing high around the kitchen door

Nobody lives here anymoreOnce there were children and a few hired hands

A hard working woman and a bone tired man

Now that old sun steals across a dusty floor

Nobody lives here anymore

Songwriters

KATE WOLFPublished by

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