Carolina Glow

©1980 Words and Music by Donald T. McMahon


Oh how I'd like to go back to Carolina.
How I'd Love to see my Carolina home.
But she's been sold out,
There ain't no place left for me to hold out
And it hurts to see my Carolina Glow.

The fire's are burnin', from the inside out.
And nobody seems to be able to put those fire's out.
She's been cheated,
So mistreated
And it hurts to see my Carolina Glow.

Bridge:
And I can see the fires a-burnin' like a fire in the trees.
I can smell the pain of dyin' on the radiation breezes.
I've done everything a man can do. I even got down on my knees,
And crawled up to Washington to ask the politicians Won't you Please.
Kindly save just one clean place for me.

But they keep on bringin' in that garbage,
It lasts ten thousand years.
Payin' no attention to the bodies that it sears.
I wish that you could see it,
I only want to free it.
'Cause it hurts to see my Carolina Glow.

Oh how I'd like to go back to Carolina.
How I'd Love to see my Carolina home.
But she's been sold out
There ain't no place left for me to hold out.
And it hurts to see my Carolina Glow.
Oh oh oh oh oh,
I said it hurts to see my Carolina Glow.
Oh oh oh oh oh,
And I'd like to see the power plants all go.
Oh oh oh oh oh,
It hurts to see my Car-o-lin-a Glow.

©1980 Words and Music by Donald T. McMahon