Jon Randall - North Carolina Moon lyrics

I woke up this morning to the humming of the engines Hauling nature's finest from the Gulf of Mexico Ridin' this ol' river is peaceful but it's lonesome It makes wonder how the old folks are at home Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines But the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine Oh how I miss those mountains when the Laurels are in bloom And the southern stars are dancin' 'round a North Carolina moon Just rolled through Memphis I could hear them guitar's a playing They had the blues so bad it almost broke my heart Don't sound nothing like a band of tree frogs singing When every now and then they'd get in tune with grandpa's harp Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines But the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine Oh how I miss those mountains when the Laurels are in bloom And the southern stars are dancin' 'round a North Carolina moon When I die boys make me this promise You'll send my body back up North Carolina way I don't want no tombstone just lay me next to mama And let the honeys**le grow wild upon my grave Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines But the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine Oh how I miss those mountains when the Laurels are in bloom And the southern stars are dancin' 'round a North Carolina moon)