A                              E  D
In ten years I?ll be older 
D                              E  A 
Maybe living somewhere colder 
A                  E             D
Getting used to pavement under feet 
A                                        E  D
And these will be our the good old days 
D                                  E  A
All the scenes that we?ll replay 
A              E               D
Before we scattered in the breeze 

D                            E
They say you can?t go home again 
D                          A     E
But I hear a quite voice begin? 

A               D           E
It must be Carolina calling me 
A               D           E
It must be Carolina in these things that follow me 
A               D                                   E
It must be Carolina reminding us of how we ought to be 
D               E            A
It must be Carolina calling me 


We?re gonna have to face it 
Street lights on empty faces 
City sights and sounds under our skin 
But nothing can erase it 
Rolling hills and red clay acres 
It?s funny how a place can sink in 

Someday I?ll realize my mistake 
And I?ll reconsider my escape? 

Chorus: 
It must be Carolina calling me 
It must be Carolina in these things that follow me 
It must be Carolina reminding us of how we ought to be 
It must be Carolina calling me