Just beyond Virginia's southern border Is a land that I am happy to call mine I was raised in a house of brick and mortar In the red clay hills of central Caroline Now the corn crop there is hardly worth a mention And the cattle farms are fine but not the best It's this little leaf we borrowed from the Indians That keeps our state a notch above the rest The Georgia peach is fair Kentucky beyond compare Alabama's grand The state not the band Now the south she has her diamonds And every one is great But North Carolina is a cigarette state. Now the folks in our hometown sure had the habit They smoked the best home grown the whole year round They knew what a good time was and how to have it Because that was a cigarette town Our neighbor Frank was no high bred man of letters But he made an honest living off the land And he put away three packs a day or better Because he was a cigarette man I took up with a pretty thing from Nashville I loved her more than life and I told her so She took it between her fingers nice and natural And sucked it to the filter like a pro So I gave her a ring and from her pa I swiped her She gave me a boy I'm happy to call mine Chain smokes Kools and not yet out of diapers In a red brick house in central Caroline