Текст песни Cigarette State - Lucie Dolène , Oliver Wallace

Just beyond Virginia's southern border
Is a land that I am happy to call mine
I was raised in a house of brick and mortar
In the red clay hills of central Caroline
Now the corn crop there is hardly worth a mention
And the cattle farms are fine but not the best
It's this little leaf we borrowed from the Indians
That keeps our state a notch above the rest

The Georgia peach is fair
Kentucky beyond compare
Alabama's grand
The state not the band
Now the south she has her diamonds
And every one is great
But North Carolina is a cigarette state.

Now the folks in our hometown sure had the habit
They smoked the best home grown the whole year round
They knew what a good time was and how to have it
Because that was a cigarette town
Our neighbor Frank was no high bred man of letters
But he made an honest living off the land
And he put away three packs a day or better
Because he was a cigarette man

I took up with a pretty thing from Nashville
I loved her more than life and I told her so
She took it between her fingers nice and natural
And sucked it to the filter like a pro
So I gave her a ring and from her pa I swiped her
She gave me a boy I'm happy to call mine
Chain smokes Kools and not yet out of diapers
In a red brick house in central Caroline