The first things I remember are frosty Carolina mornings with a cheery fire
Crackling in my mommas big black wood cook stove.

I remember snow flakes as big as goose feathers and the moon the color of new
Made country butter and a night sky like diamonds against black velvet reaching
From horizon to horizon.

I remember when the biggest problems in my barefoot life were sand spurs and
Red ant hills.

I remember sitting with my grand-daddy on the front porch and watching the last
Of that magnificent southern sun bleed away into the twilight sky.

I remember Sunday school and kneeling at the cross and trying to imagine what
God looked like; Sunday dinner, short pants, hair cuts and a little puppy my
Daddy brought home to me and I remember love.

I remember steam puffing, fire breathing, awesome 10 wheel locomotives and the
Conductor's watch looked as big as one of my grandmothers biscuits.

I remember my mother smiling in a red and white checkered dress and Christmas
Always seemed so far away. Yes, I remember you Carolina, grand old lady of the
South. I remember you as home.

One of the memories that stays on my mind
About an old southern lady that I left behind,
Is a ramshackle bridge where the deep river winds
And an old two-lane blacktop through the tall long-leaf pines.

Carolina, Carolina
You're hard, but you're hard to forget.

I still remember the magnolia nights
And goosefeather snow flakes in the gray morning light;
Sandspurs and puppies and red autumn leaves
And the warm lights in the clear night on a cold Christmas Eve.

Carolina, Carolina
You're hard, but you're hard to forget.

Carolina I knew you
Before the highways got to you
And I loved you as one of your own
And I still do

Carolina, Carolina
You're hard, but you're hard to forget
You're hard To Forget