Carolina

by Henry Timrod




This one's for you State of South Carolina,

I met her in a jail cell dead all over.
I can still recall the neon sign she wore.
She was crashin' through the guardrail with a wetback,
and I knew she'd bought her dentures in a store.

I told her shrink I'd live off her forever.
She said to me there was no other guy.
But who'd have thought she'd turn green on her "Workmate".
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.

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