A                              E  D 
In ten years I?ll be older  
D                              E  A  
Maybe living somewhere colder  
A                  E             D 
Getting used to pavement under feet  
A                                        E  D 
And these will be our the good old days  
D                                  E  A 
All the scenes that we?ll replay  
A              E               D 
Before we scattered in the breeze  

D                            E 
They say you can't go home again  
D                          A     E 
But I hear a quite voice begin?  

A               D           E 
It must be Carolina calling me  
A               D           E 
It must be Carolina in these things that follow me  
A               D                                   E 
It must be Carolina reminding us of how we ought to be  
D               E            A 
It must be Carolina calling me  


We're gonna have to face it  
Street lights on empty faces  
City sights and sounds under our skin  
But nothing can erase it  
Rolling hills and red clay acres  
It's funny how a place can sink in  

Someday I?ll realize my mistake  
And I?ll reconsider my escape?  

Chorus:  
It must be Carolina calling me  
It must be Carolina in these things that follow me  
It must be Carolina reminding us of how we ought to be  
It must be Carolina calling me