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North Carolina Moon

The first time I heard this song written by Jon Randall, I fell in love with the lyrics. Tke images they painted in my mind were vivid. They left me wishing for a mountain homecoming of my own.

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

[Chorus:]

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

(Repeat chorus)

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 honeysuckle grow wild upon my grave

(Repeat chorus)

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