Lyrics:
This that Carolina Pack
Im wit my brothers we on go
This that Carolina Pack
We serving Christ, it ain't no show
This that Carolina Pack
Im wit my
to heaven get your road map out
It's called the bible if you have one doubt
I guess my friends, you must be on the wrong route
Well I miss the old camp
Small town Carolina
Hallelujah tent revival
Went to Church
Two times on Sunday
Then back again by Wednesday
Youth camp in the summer
Every Lock-in
Aye
West Carolina, stand up
East Carolina, stand up
South Carolina, stand up
North Carolina, stand up
West Carolina, stand up
East Carolina, stand up
The pain is in my jungle book
It's crazy, baby, come and look, bandana Baloo
Big drums and sticks, band camp with the crew
Made music infused before I
drop me off anywhere
Hey, driver, pull on over I'm in a fight with God
This Carolina shoulder seems the place I'm getting off
Daddy always told me,
There's nowhere we have to be
Let's camp out, in the pine trees
By the riverside
In the Carolina breeze
There's so many songs about Carolina
Once you're
Death you read the bible
Death you read the lease
Assuming your survival
Depends on things like these
Have I been preyed upon
By Darwin,
the loggin' camp nearby
And he was, but there was somethin' different in John Daniel's eyes
John Daniel was a young man, not more than twenty-four
And there
Would you like to pet my rifle?
Summer camp is such a drag
A rip into my ? rifle
I'm too old to play capture the flag
Someone's giving French
small town roots
Or Live on muddy water
Live a simple life
Keep a Bible in your hand
No matter where you are
That's Carolina man
It's a simple way
Only 38 miles to the Holiday Inn
I landed better not bitter
Met with Bible belt smiles and a sign in the window
I hope you feel better
Crossed my
Mass formation psychosis, hypnosis
The people don't notice like roaches
About to get gassed up their noses
In camps for unvaxed and only
Those who
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc
Bitch
Welcome to camp now
We're gonna all play
Meet you at Nine Square
Come and Ricochet uh huh
Hey there's the ocean
Go on and jump in
And sing along
My great grandma's name was Selma Drye
Everybody tell me I got her hazel eyes
It turn Carolina blue when I cry
And that's alright with me
She
The sun burns down
Leaving God's bright stamp
On Peach Branch Horse and Bible Camp
Where we're splashing in the water
Joined in song
Swimming
Maybe you don't blame me
For the time I took you to church camp
Was it funny? I guess it was funny
I was trembling with fear trying to convince you
Carolina points him home
Boy of the mountain green when he comes back to me
With pine and camp smoke in his hair
How do I give this pain a name?
Watching
ought to go
Or maybe we'll drive down to North Carolina
Try our luck and try to find a
Place that we can call our own
When I'm with you I'm always home
hog and marry Susie Anna
Same song, ding-dong, I'll take a trip to China
Cornbread and butterbeans then back to North Carolina
Cornbread
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
ina Hope Park camp.
Me pack up me thing and go thru the door.
Me wave my hand and seh: Good bye Susan!
Seh as me reach the gate I hear she sing one
Left the NYC for a filthy Jersey
From the storm of the snow to Carolina flow
Fifteen hundred in the box of gloves
Enough to run away
From the push
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