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All my friends they been struggling
And all my brothers, they been wading in
Waiting on that day, you said you’d move away
It’s been three years since you wrote us off and waved
You fled down south, off Route 4
Tween the river and your cloves
Cincinnati where the old souls go
O Miss Caroline, what you done with all my friends
They been gone for some time
O Miss Caroline, you’re always welcome round here
but never on time
You been drinking all the best cheap wine
You done a number on us again Caroline
All my mothers, you know I’ve had a few
They been a whisperin, cause they all disapprove
And all my fathers, they been shakin their heads
They can’t believe this crazy shit, been coming out your bed
Not sure where you buy your magic
Maybe at the company store
We’re all praying for a Savior to come and smash it on the floor
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