Lyrics
but the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine
riding this ol river is peaceful but it s lonesome
And it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home, when every now and then they get in tune with grandpa s harp
Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines, just lay me next to mama
i don t want no tombstone
the southern stars are dancin round the north carolina moon
and the southern stars are dancin round the north carolina moon
Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines, and the southern stars are dancin round the north carolina moon
Riding this ol river is peaceful but it s lonesome, and it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home, and let the honeysuckle grow wild upon my grave
And the southern stars are dancin round the north carolina moon, and the southern stars are dancin round the north carolina moon McCreery, they had the blues so so bad it almost broke my heart
Make me this promise, just lay me next to mama Carolina, and let the honeysuckle grow wild upon my grave
When every now and then they get in tune with grandpa s harp, now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines
now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines
now when i die boys
and it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home
Just lay me next to mama, now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines, you ll send my body back up north carolina way
i don t want no tombstone
And the southern stars are dancin round the north carolina moon, but the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine
But it don t sound nothing like a band of tree frogs singin, how i miss those mountains when the laurels are in bloom
just lay me next to mama
but the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine
Now when i die boys, how i miss those mountains when the laurels are in bloom
I don t want no tombstone, make me this promise
i could hear them guitars palyin
I don t want no tombstone, you ll send my body back up north carolina way
i don t want no tombstone
but the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine
And the southern stars are dancin round the north carolina moon, you ll send my body back up north carolina way Carolina, i could hear them guitars palyin
Make me this promise, the southern stars are dancin round the north carolina moon
but it don t sound nothing like a band of tree frogs singin
Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines, haulin nature s finest from the gulf of mexico
but the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine
Riding this ol river is peaceful but it s lonesome, how i miss those mountains when the laurels are in bloom McCreery, how i miss those mountains when the laurels are in bloom
And the southern stars are dancin round the north carolina moon, and it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home Moon, but the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine