Carolina in the Pines, by Michael Martin Murphy.


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She came to me,said she new me
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said she'd know me a long time
          D            A
And she spoke of being in love
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With every mountain she had climed


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And she talked of trails she' walked up
      D               A
Far above the timber line
            D                   A
From that night on i knew i'd write songs
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With Carolina in the pines

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Theres a new moon on the 14th
        D          A
First quarter the 21st
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And the full moon in the last week
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Brings a fullness to this earth

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Theres no guesswork in the clockwork
           D            A
All the worlds are all mine
            D            A
There are nights i only feel right
         D            A
With Carolina in the pines


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When the frost shows on the window
          D                     A
And the wood stove smokes and glows
         D                 A
As the fire grows we will warm ourselves
            D              A
Watching rainbows in the cold


            A                 E
And we'll talk of trails we walked up
      D                A
Far above the timber line
            D            A
There are nights i only feel right
         D             A
With Carolina in the pines


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