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You were boen in St. Claire's Hospital,
But I say you were born up in the sky.
You came floatin' down over New Orleans,
To the sweet green levee on the riverside.
And your voice shined like your Sunday shoes,
And mama always said we had nothin' to lose.
So we danced on the street corner.

Oh, Caroline (Caroline),
Heartbroken hard times, they never got us down.
Walkin' the same line through every shady Southern town,
Hand in hand, your arm 'round mine,
Caroline you do just fine.

We were the Gashouse Gang,
I'll be Ozzie Sith, you'll be Sarah my wife.
'Til we got traded away,
To the Red Clay League somewhere along the Georgia line.
You'd be the pitcher and the catcher too,
I'm the homerun king for his muscles grew,
Gonna knock the cover off this time.

Oh, Caroline (Caroline),
Heartbroken hard times, they never got us down.
Walkin' the same line through every shady Southern town,
Hand in hand, your arm 'round mine,
Caroline you do just fine.

Well, I called you the other day,
It sounded like you had been up all night cryin'.
I used to wonder, If we had really run away,
If they'd discover where we were hidin'.
But there ain't no way we could ever be so free,
As we were back in '83,
So what's the use of even tryin'.

Oh Caroline (Caroline),
Seen it all changin', and watch it change some more.
Seen hard times standin' right outside your door.
But I'd say you do just fine,
You so just fine, oh Caroline.

Oh Caroline (4x)
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Lyrics submitted by Matt.