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Originally Posted by RedNeckRaider
I sent the following out to several people I work with in a goodbye e-mail.  a handful replied along the lines of did you write that? I replied back look at the bottom my name is not "James Taylor"
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Ain't it just like a friend of mine
To hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
Dark and silent late last night
I think I might have heard the highway calling
Geese in flight and dogs that bite
Signs that might be omens say I'm going, going
I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
James Taylor~ |
Goin' where the girls' armpits are hairy
Where a full set of teeth aren't necessary
And where the women are a dime a dozen
And it's okay to marry your first cousin
I'm goin' where folks are just plain folk
And all the sheep have been stump broke
Where moonshine's still sold by the quart
And screwin' your Mamma's the State sport
Goin' where you have to ponder
Just how far is "up there yonder"
And where they circumcise their next of kin
By kicking his sister in the chin
FAX~