| C G F C C G F C D (C) Bm |
| C | G | |
| In the South Carolina | lowlands |
| F | C | |
| there's a | place where the cypress | grow |
| C | C/B | Am | |
| and | when I'm | feelin' | sad |
| F | G | |
| it's the | place I wanna | go |
| C | G | |
| where the | Spanish moss is a | hangin' |
| F | G | |
| from pal | metto to the | ground |
| C | C/B | C/A | |
| and the | wide old | Cooper | River |
| C/G | D/F# | G | C | |
| runs | down to | Charleston | town |
| F | C | |
| it's | here the sweet, sweet | blossoms |
| F | C | |
| of | magnolia burst in | spring |
| F | C | |
| and the | air's so full of | spirit |
| G | C | |
| from the g | ospel tunes they | sing |
| when the winter wind's do whistle |
| or the summer breezes blow |
| if I'm ever tired and lonesome |
| there's a place I always go |
| and if all I ever wanted |
| was to carry me away |
| I'd vow to my fair city |
| I'd return gain some day |
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| V1 |
| and the wide old Cooper River |
| runs down to Charleston town |
| and the wide old Ashley River |
| runs down to Charleston |