(I) think they'll take you
Before catching the bus to good lord knows where's what
I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out here
The rake at the door has been taking a tour
Of this tar (and) feather land and good lord knows
I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out here
The gas prices are getting higher
As the rain falls upon dry land
That night have some patience
And girls who are singing of strangers and sailors
Pa said it gets so goddamn hard but I get used to it