sewee, sewee, sewee
we traveled far on the this road rock
from the great plains through the tall blue grasses of the lone range
cool green caroline
you made my bread and wine
i held your hand in mine
from a rocky stand
i watch your bare feet climbing over salty land
when the light grew dim
i said now it's time for you to come in
cool green caroline
you made my bread and wine
i held your hand in mine