Sometimes I think about you,
Wonder if you're out there somewhere
Thinkin' 'bout me.
And would even recognize
The woman that your little girl
Has grown up to be?
'Cause I look in the mirror
And all I see
Is your brown eyes looking back at me.
They're the only thing you ever gave to me at all.
Well I hear the weather's nice in California,
There's sunny skies as far as I can see.
If you ever come back home to Carolina,
I wonder what you'd say to me...
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