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Stories never end
till you come to conclusions:
Carolina Rua has a hand in my confusion.
She waits for me to choose
which quarter to bend in,
to Susie-Make-Me-Blue,
or the redhead I’m attending.
Now, Carolina Rua has my heart
and all I want to do’s
go down the windy road,
where my Carolina goes;
down the crooked road,
where Carolina goes to school,
Mo Charolina rua, do you love me?
Tell me true, tell me.
Standing on three queens,
I thought the game was over;
then, from the blue, Carolina’s at my shoulder.
Laughter in her eyes,
and a smile that touches all the guys
on down the windy road,
where my Carolina goes;
down the crooked road,
where Carolina goes to school,
Mo Charolina rua, do you love me?
Tell me true, tell me.
INTRO
/ F#m Em / D / A D / A
/ Bm (A) / G (F#) / A / D
VERSE & CHORUS [3X]
/ F#m Em / D / A D / A
/ Bm (A) / G (F#) / A / D
/ F#m Em / D / A D / A
/ Bm (A) / G (F#) / A / D
/ F#m / G / Em / A
/ F#m / G / A / D
/ F#m / G / Em / A
/ /F#m / Em (to verse)
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