D                               C9 
Every time I think I smell that sweet southern rain 
   C9         G              F          D   
It takes me to a station on the long black train 
D                                      C9  
I want to hear the wind blow, feel the earth move below me 
C9               G                 F       D   
In spite of all the good times, gotta rest my soul 

Chorus: 
    D              C9 
I'm gone, yes, I'm gone 
C9       G                       F   D 
Gone To Carolina, where I know that I belong 
         D              C9  
Yes, I'm gone, yes, I'm gone 
C9       G                    F      D   
Gone To Carolina, where I know I have a home 

Every time I think I see your face in a crowd 

It's like a bell inside of me and it's ringin' out loud 

I been so high for so long, there's nothing tried nor true 

I'm thinking about coming down to lay a little on you 
 
Chorus