Story Behind The Song
Hothouse atmosphere at the Defense Language Institute in Monterey: old guy gets flirted with by kittenish youngster sharpening her claws, fall heavily and stupidly, with only this song to comfort him in his dotage.
Song Description
Man rests on his laurels, unprepared for the notion that yet another woman -- this time an absurdly young one -- is going to harpoon him. As performed by Mary Black, the fundamental conflict of the word "school" in the various dialects of English means th
| Song Length |
2:37 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cheerful, Congenial |
Subject |
Attracted, Crush, Life |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Stories never end till you come to conclusions:
Carolina Rua has a hand in my confusion.
She waits for me to choose which quarter to bend in,
to Susie-make-me-blue or the redhead I'm attending.
Now, Carolina Rua has my heart, and all I want to do's
go down the windy road where my Carolina goes;
down the crooked road where Carolina goes to school
--mo Charolina Rua, do you love me? Tell me true, tell me.
I was standing on three queens, I thought the game was over;
then, from the blue, Carolina's at my shoulder.
Laughter in her eyes, and a smile that touches all the guys,
on down the windy road, where my Carolina goes.
Down the crooked road where Carolina goes to school
--mo Charolina Rua, do you love me? Tell me true, tell me.