The Little Man Who Wasn't There Lyrics
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