Caroline

In the distance there’s two roads
One’s short and one runs around the bend
One goes on and on and at the end there’s a song
Down the other’s a girl holding out her hand
I’m going far away wishing lord I could stay
But over the hill I hear the whistle of a train
So write my name Caroline across the skies of your mind
And I never will leave you again
I’ve got this old guitar
And I’ve got me some blue songs to sing
Like a hobo with his pack I wear my guitar on my back
Like some folks they wear a wedding ring
Honey, don’t try and hold me back
You know I’ll be boarding that train
Honey, I don’t give a damn if I ever wear your wedding band
Whenever I heard some picking on some strings