Текст песни Just a Little Bit South of North Carolina - Gene Krupa and His Orchestra

Just a little bit south of North Carolina,
That's where I long to be;
In that little brown shack in South Carolina,
Someone waits for me.

In each letter he says the weather's fine,
The folks are feelin' great;
The garden looks grand and the red rose vine
Is clinging to the gate.

Just a little bit south of North Carolina,
That's where my thoughts all stray;
To the one I love best in South Carolina,
I'm going back some day.

I can hardly wait to see the face
Of the one I idolise;
I'll find paradise!