Well, if she is like the breeze that blows from Corpus Christi
Have you seen my Caroleen up in Amarillo?
She is to me just like the breeze that blows up from the sea
Do you know why they bend and sway and twine?
Have you seen my Caroleen, the one that I call mine?
The trees bend because of the wind along that lonesome border
The trees bend because of the wind along that lonesome border
Well, if you see my Caroleen with her hair of yellow
The trees bend because of the wind, almost all the time
The trees bend because of the wind, all along the line
If you see my Caroleen, tell her I'm doin' fine
She is to me just like the breeze that blows from Corpus Christi
Do you know why the trees bend at the west Texas border?
Then I must be like the trees 'cause Caroleen blows through me
