Three thousand miles from where I want to be
And I-26 ain’t cuttin’ it for me
Passing cars and one-horse towns as I roll my window down
And I got an itch I need to scratch

Ooh, Ooh

Carolina, you been good to me
Holy City, don’t come lookin’ for me
I am all I need to be
American City, set me free

I’m packin’ up a few things before I hit the road
And the only thing I think I’ll miss is the live oak
I’m trading Spanish moss for some red rocks
But I might never leave if I give it second thought

Ooh, Ooh

Carolina, you been good to me
Holy City, don’t come lookin’ for me
I am all I need to be
American City, set me free

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