The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
    Richard Day's picture

    Sweet Baby James & Mark Sanford

    I am out of my mind in Carolina

    Cant you find any sign of me

    Cant you just find my SUV

    Aint it just like a friend of mine

    To stop coverin' my behind

    Crazy lost in Carolina outta my mind

     

    Aint gonna take no stimulus

    Yet solid citizens are now screamin

    When is their ship a gonna come in

    Silver tears appear, now I'm cryin

    Yes, crazy lost in Carolina outta my mind


    Yes I used to be the Govna' of Carolina

    There aint no doubt in no one's mind

    No whispers for me, warm and kind

    And I left no note, no proof of dyin

    Crazy lost in Carolina, outta my mind

     

    I am out of my mind in South Carolina

    Cant you find any sign of me

    Cant you just find my SUV

    Aint it just like a friend of mine

    To stop coverin' my behind

    Yes crazy lost in Carolina outta my mind


    Dark and silent last night


    I think I might have heard the highway calling


    Geese in flight and dogs that bite


    Signs that might be omens say I going, going


    Crazy lost in Carolina outta my mind

     

    Supposed to run for president

    With a whole host of others standing round me

    Still I'm on the dark side of the moon

    And it seems like it goes on like this forever

    You must forgive me

    Crazy lost in Carolina outta my mind

     

    I am out of my mind in Carolina

    Cant you find any sign of me

    Cant you just find my SUV

    Aint it just like a friend of mine

    To stop coverin' my behind

    Crazy lost in Carolina outta my mind*



    Real sorry about this James Taylor, I could not help it.