The grapevine says you're drinking hard in Charleston You burned your wings in Tennessee I hope it's warm in Carolina Maybe the Coast is what you need I see you standing by the Ocean There on that hill near Folly Beach Where we would sing of truth and promise Where we would sing of love and peace Tell all our friends in Carolina That you last saw me, smiling big, With one thumb and one foot forward Still singing at the same old gig Remember when we watched those three guys landing When Armstrong made it to the moon And your guitar was in the pawn shop We bailed it out that afternoon Like Lancelot you seemed to grow there Despite the lines around your eyes We sat and played that day on Broadway We sat and sang all night and cried Tell all our friends in Carolina That you last saw me, smiling big, With one thumb and one foot forward Still singing at the same old gig The grapevine says you're woking hard in Charleston You earned your wings in Tennessee I hope it's warm in Carolina Maybe the Coast is what you need I see you standing by the Ocean There on that hill near Zuma Beach Where we would sing of truth and promise Where we would sing of love and peace Tell all our friends in Carolina That you last saw me, smiling big, With one thumb and one foot forward Still singing at the same old gig