On a rainy
Windy morning that's the day that
I was born on in the old sharecroppers one
Room country shack
They say my mummy left me
Same day that she had me
Said she hit the road and
Never once looked back
And I just thought I'd mention
My grandma's old age pension
Is the reason why I'm standing here today
I got all my country learning
Living and a churning
Picking cotton, raising hell, and bailing hay

And now sweet Caroline
I don't guess I'll ever find
Another woman put together like you all
With your wiggle and your walking
And your big city talking
Your brand new shiny Plymouth rag-top car
Yeah it's hurry up and wait
In this world of give and take
Seems like haste makes for waste every time
And I pray to my soul
When you hear those ages roll
You better know I'm going to
Get my share of mine