The Little Man Who Wasn't There

The Little Man Who Wasn't There - Jack Teagarden

Just a little bit south of North Carolina

That's where I long to be

In a little brown shack in South Carolina

Someone waits for me

In each letter she says

The weather is fine

And the folks are feeling great

The garden looks grand

And the red rose vine is clinging to the gate

Just a little bit south of North Carolina

That's where my thoughts all stray

To the one I love best in South Carolina

I'm going back some day

I can hardly wait to

See the face of the one I like

Just a little bit south of North Carolina

I'll find paradise