Lyrics

It’s the southern in the season that tastes like Caroline
Sassafras at tea time, mason jar moon shine
Lemon busting sunshine
A rocker in the shade
Set it down and set a spell
Honey, you got it made

It’s the southern in the season that looks like Caroline
Piney hills and hollers
Blue Ridge Mountain line
Tobacco fields and cotton fields
Goober peas and corn
Sunup over Hatteras
On a Carolina morn

I’ve been long gone; I’ve been gone too long
From where I come from- my home
Where I come from is where I belong
Where I belong is my home

It’s the southern in the season that sounds like Caroline
The howdy on the byways
The hope you’re doing fine
The “Bless your heart” and dosey-doe
The fiddle and the bow
Elvis lost and lonely
Praying from heartbreak hotel

So, sing me home sweet Jesus
Underneath this quarter moon
Sing me home sweet Caroline
-- I’ll be home soon
It’s the southern in the season
That makes you mine all mine . . .