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    My very first time
    across the Mason-Dixon line
    Through the hills of Pennslyvania
    To Chicango and Centraltown
    Driving down these roads
    Cause we got nowhere left to go
    Hangin round these bars and motels
    Waiting for them to close so we can head home

    So clap your hands, stomp your feet
    Drive until you can't hardly see
    And maybe tomorrow we'll wake up
    In the arms of the ones that we love
    Clap your hands, stop your feet
    You only get one chance to be 19
    And maybe tomorrow we'll find the time
    But tonight it's Carolina that's on my mind

    Spent two nights in Chicago
    Then we packed up and headed east
    I spent way too long in Ohio
    Left out in the middle of the night for Tennessee
    Leavin out early this morning
    Destination: Abbeville
    I'm praying that we make it by sundown
    Cause if we don't I guess I never well

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    So clap your hands, stomp your feet
    Drive until you can't hardly see
    And maybe tomorrow we'll wake up
    In the arms of the ones that we love
    Clap your hands, stop your feet
    You only get one chance to be 19
    And maybe tomorrow we'll find the time
    But tonight it's Carolina that's on my mind

    Clap your hands, stop your feet
    Drive until you can't hardly see
    And maybe tomorrow we'll wake up
    In the arms of the ones that we love
    Clap your hands, stop your feet
    You only get one chance to be 19
    And maybe tomorrow we'll find the time
    But tonight it's Carolina that's on my mind, yeah
    It's Carolina that's on my mind

    My very first time, across the Mason-Dixon line
    Through the hills of Pennslyvania
    But tonight, my minds on Carolina

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