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Way down in Georgia
Way down in Rome
Come around the mornin'
I'll be headed home
Goin' to the mountains of the Caroline
I'll get there before the sun falls behind the tallest pine
Pine tree, pine tree
Growin' from the soil of Galilee
Don't be scared now
Don't be slow
If you don't go, the roots won't grow
When I was a child there
Three-feet I stood
I looked out on the valley
And dreamed the dreams I could
As the years passed by
My shadow grew so tall
No steps could I take
Afraid that I would fall
Pine tree, pine tree
Growin' from the soil of Galilee
Don't be scared now
Don't be slow
If you don't go, the roots won't grow
Well through the darkest rainfall
I have been kept dry
A steady hand has guided me to the other side
When my dyin' day comes, bury me beside
The tallest of the pine trees in the hills of Caroline
Pine tree, pine tree
Growin' from the soil of Galilee
Don't be scared now
Don't be slow
If you don't go, the roots won't grow
If you don't go, the roots won't grow
Pine tree, pine tree
Growin' from the soil of Galilee
Don't be scared now
Don't be slow
If you don't go, the roots won't grow
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