I remember when I was younger, just a little girl
I thought the woods in my backyard was the whole wide world
And now that I've got older and I've seen some things
I think I'll always come back to the same place and have faith

And I'll come back to Carolina
Where the Plott Hound sings
Where the whipper wells and freedom rings
Where the front porch is a hot spot for pickin' a six string
And every man has a dream to drive in a three-eighty-three
And if I ever stray away please come after me
And lead me back to Carolina where I'm supposed to be
And I'll come back to Carolina where I'm supposed to be

Take a ride through our mountains, listen to their stories
And look at all the beauty and see God's glory
From where I sling mud in that bended creek
Leave me in Carolina where I'm supposed to be

And I'll come back to Carolina
Where the Plott Hound sings
Where the whipper wails and freedom rings
Where the front porch is a hot spot for pickin' a six string
And every man has a dream to drive in a 383
And if I ever stray away please come after me
And lead me back to Carolina where I'm supposed to be
And I'll come back to Carolina where I'm supposed to be

From rainbow trout to white-tail bucks
And 33s are on jacked up trucks
I'll stay in Carolina where I'm supposed to be
And I'll come back to Carolina where I'm supposed to be