Carolina Pines
Turned it loose and got drunk
As a smelly old skunk
On disgusting cheap wine
In the Carolina pines
Shot guns at thin air
(Who the heck gonna' care?)
Weren't it fun, weren't it fine
In the Carolina pines?
Then we REALLY got clobbered
We staggered and slobbered
We wallowed like swine
In the Carolina pines
(In the morning we grieved
We hocked and we heaved
We whimpered and whined
In the Carolina pines)
By: tryerson
Motif: Nature
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2009
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