Just a little bit south of North Carolina That's where I long to be In a little brown shack in South Carolina Someone waits for me In each letter he says that the weather is fine; the folks are doing great The garden looks grand and the red rose vine is clinging through the gate Just a little bit south of North Carolina That's where my thoughts all stray To the one I love best in South Carolina I'm going back someday I can hardly wait to see the face of the one that I idolize Just a little bit south of North Carolina I'll find paradise