sewee, sewee, sewee
we traveled far on the this road we're on
from the great plains through the tall blue gra**es of the lone range
cool green caroline
you made my bread and wine
i held your hand in mine
from a rocky stand
i watch your bare feet climbing over salty land
when the light grew dim
i said now it's time for you to come in
cool green caroline
you made my bread and wine
i held your hand in mine
sewee, sewee, sewee