My very first timenacross the Mason-Dixon linenThrough the hills of PennslyvanianTo Chicango and CentraltownnDriving down these roadsnCause we got nowhere left to gonHangin round these bars and motelsnWaiting for them to close so we can head homennSo clap your hands, stomp your feetnDrive until you can't hardly seenAnd maybe tomorrow we'll wake upnIn the arms of the ones that we lovenClap your hands, stop your feetnYou only get one chance to be 19nAnd maybe tomorrow we'll find the timenBut tonight it's Carolina that's on my mindnnSpent two nights in ChicagonThen we packed up and headed eastnI spent way too long in OhionLeft out in the middle of the night for TennesseenLeavin out early this morningnDestination: AbbevillenI'm praying that we make it by sundownnCause if we don't I guess I never wellnnSo clap your hands, stomp your feetnDrive until you can't hardly seenAnd maybe tomorrow we'll wake upnIn the arms of the ones that we lovenClap your hands, stop your feetnYou only get one chance to be 19nAnd maybe tomorrow we'll find the timenBut tonight it's Carolina that's on my mindnnClap your hands, stop your feetnDrive until you can't hardly seenAnd maybe tomorrow we'll wake upnIn the arms of the ones that we lovenClap your hands, stop your feetnYou only get one chance to be 19nAnd maybe tomorrow we'll find the timenBut tonight it's Carolina that's on my mind, yeahnIt's Carolina that's on my mindnnMy very first time, across the Mason-Dixon linenThrough the hills of PennslyvanianBut tonight, my minds on Carolina