Carolina Blues

I travelled east toward the rising sun,
Thinking I was going to get away from home.
I thought I might just say, "Screw them all,"
But I found out that ain't gonna work at all.
Boredom set in, or so it seems,
The surroundings were caving in.
This Tennessee boy, from the west,
Had the Carolina Blues.

In the mountains of North Carolina
There is a scary variety.
Weird people, three eyes sometimes,
Don't know how they got there.
Technology is behind three years,
Or thirty, depending on who you ask,
And if one travels far enough south and east,
They'll have the Carolina Blues.

So, excuse me for complaining,
But these things really bother me.
People imbreed, and I really feel weary
About coming here anymore....
It seems to be high time
That we lock up Pandora's Box,
For it might be here in Carolina town
Giving off the Carolina Blues.