Текст песни
Breathing in those whispering pines
Driving through those yellow lines
Staring at that southern sky
And I know
Only ten miles till I get back
To where I left my other half
Can't put a price on that
The place where you call home
Racing like I'm number three
To dogwood flowers and honeybees
Centuries of memories
And blessings from above
Sunday mornings, Friday nights
Daddy's arms and mama's eyes
A million reasons to thank God that I was
Born in the Carolinas
Eric Church singing Springsteen
Andy Griffith on the tv screen
Got a cooler full of Pepsi in the tailgate of a chevy
Tell me have you ever felt more free
Racing like I'm number three
To dogwood flowers and honeybees
Centuries of memories
And blessings from above
Sunday mornings, Friday nights
Daddy's arms and mama's eyes
A million reasons to thank God that I was
Born in the Carolinas
I don't know who id be today
If i wasn't Carolina made
Cause I'm racing like I'm number three
To dogwood flowers and honeybees
Centuries of memories
And blessings from above
Sunday mornings, Friday nights
Daddy's arms and mama's eyes
A million reasons to thank God that I was
Oh there's so many reasons to thank God that I was
Born in the Carolinas
Oh born in the Carolinas