Just a little bit south of North Carolina, That's where I long to be; In that little brown shack in South Carolina, Someone waits for me. In each letter he says the weather's fine, The folks are feelin' great; The garden looks grand and the red rose vine Is clinging to the gate. Just a little bit south of North Carolina, That's where my thoughts all stray; To the one I love best in South Carolina, I'm going back some day. I can hardly wait to see the face Of the one I idolise; Just a little bit south of North Carolina I'll find paradise!