Текст песни The Boys from North Carolina - John Hartford
Some
say
it
comes
a
rolling
down
the
hollers
of
old
Ireland
And
up
the
mountains
of
East
Tennessee
From
back
in
North
Carolina
With
Scottish
tones
and
Indian
moans
And
wails
of
rail-road
liners
They
helped
along
that
old
time
song
Them
boys
from
North
Carolina
Well
they
rode
and
growed
all
in
the
west
Way
out
in
old
Missouri
Then
took
off
around
the
world
Like
lighting
in
its
fury
There
ain't
no
way
to
sound
the
string
In
major
or
in
minor
It
disappears
all
in
the
years
It
brings
a
laugh
throughout
the
tears
Form
the
boys
in
North
Carolina
Kentucky
is
the
bluegrass
state
Her
sunny
skies
define
her
The
western
slope
of
East
Tennessee
Nothing
could
be
finer
Them
northern
boys
can
make
more
noise
The
pick
could
not
be
finer
To
make
that
sound
and
get
it
down
It
helps
if
you
have
been
around
The
boys
from
North
Carolina
Well
they
stood
in
line
around
the
block
Right
here
at
the
Ryman
To
hear
that
old
mule
kick
From
the
boys
from
North
Carolina
Gastonia
to
Boiling
Springs
From
Flinthill
back
to
Charlotte
They
tried
to
find
the
place
of
birth
Still
talking
about
who
played
it
first
"The
Boys
from
North
Carolina"
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