In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina. Can't you see the sunshine. Can't you just feel the moonshine. Maybe just like a friend of mine. It hit me from behind.
James Taylor. Make my bed out of Wonder Bread. Spread some mustard upon my head. I don't want no onions or sauerkraut, Mamma. Hold on to the bun baby, work it on out..
by James Taylor. In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina. Can't you see the sunshine. Can't you just feel the moonshine. Maybe just like a friend of mine. It hit me from behind.
Tired and warm, somebody near you. Tired and cold, someone far away. Turn your head, shadows are falling. Turn your head, see the new day. . Country road it gets so hard.