Yonder in the distanceSun is setting on CarolineAround about that time of dayTurry and his band commence to playin' songsTurry barely makes a livin'But he makes his life playin' music from his soulHe knows what it takes to just get byWorks all day so he can play his songs at nightTransylvania County mountain musicFlowin' like the French Broad RiverThrough the innerds of my soulWhen that Bluegrass starts fillin' the air of sweet CarolineYou know Turry and his boys are getting' highTurry plays a mean guitarLord don't you know it makes him feel so goodHe dreams of hittin' it big one dayBut the Teleco Militia just likes to playAll the Transylvania Tulips sure love TurryThey ask him to write for them a pretty little songHe says girl don't you know the ruleYou gotta break my heart before I write a song for youTurry got a phone call one dayFrom a Nashville city slicker with a record deal in handHe told Turry to come aloneLeave that Redneck band at homeTurry took a trip to the cityHe went to see, the record deal manTurry said don't you know the ruleI ain't gonna leave my band for the likes of you
