The grapevine says you're drinking hard in Charleston
You burned your wings in Tennessee
I hope it's warm in Carolina
Maybe the Coast is what you need
I see you standing by the Ocean
There on that hill near Folly Beach
Where we would sing of truth and promise
Where we would dream of love and peace
Tell all our friends in Carolina
That you last saw me
Smiling big
With one thumb and one foot forward
Still singing at the same old gig
Remember when we watched those three guys landing
When Armstrong made it to the moon
And your guitar was in the pawn shop
We bailed it out that afternoon
Like Lancelot you seemed to grow there
Despite the lines around your eyes
We sat and played that night on Broadway
We sat and sang all night and cried
Tell all our friends in Carolina
That you last saw me smiling big
With one thumb and one foot forward
Still singing at the same old gig
The grapevine says you're woking hard in Charleston
You earned your wings in Tennessee
I hope it's warm in Carolina
Maybe the Coast is what you need
I see you standing by the Ocean
There on that hill near Folly Beach
Where we would sing of truth and promise
Where we still dream of love and peace
Tell all our friends in Carolina
That you last saw me smiling big
With one thumb and one foot forward
Still singing at the same old gig
Still singing at the same old gig
Carolina Song - David Munyon
