Heading from the city to play out on the farm Working for a living, strumming this guitar I've been to Oregon, I've been to Maine But I can't forget from just where I came In the hills of Carolina Where the water flows with sweet moonshine From the mountains to the sea it's clear where I wanna be In the hills of Carolina Now back up in the mountains, near Tennessee I've travelled around, this guitar and me Every night's a new stage, and the crowds all look the same But I am reminded from where I came In the hills of Carolina Where the water flows with sweet moonshine From the mountains to the sea it's clear where I wanna be In the hills of Carolina In the hills of Carolina Where the water flows with sweet moonshine From the mountains to the sea it's clear where I wanna be In the hills of Carolina In the hills of Carolina