Here's my transcription from the recording on YouTube:


WAY UP IN NORTH CAROLINA
Words and music by Orville Campbell & Hank Beebe, 1951.
As recorded by the Belltones on Mercury 5692, 1951.

[The first male voice is printed in plain Roman type. The second male voice is in Italics. The women's voices are boldface. The last chorus is sung ensemble. The verses are more recited than sung.]

VERSE 1: Well, howdy, chum. Where are you from? I'm from Alabam'.
Well, jeez, don't let it get around, but I'm from Yankee land.
The guy looked sane enough to me; there must be something wrong.
I'll ask him where his home town is before I run along.
Are you from Philly? (Nah.) Chicago? (Nah.) From Boston coming forth? (Uh-uh.)
You sure that you're a Yankee boy? Why, sure, I'm from the North—

CHORUS 1: Way up in North Carolina, up in North Carolina,
That's as far north as I want to be. (Tell me all about it!)
There's absolutely nothing north of Carolina that I ever want to see. (You just can do without it!)
They say in Pennsylvan-I-A the moon is shinin' bright,
But I know where there's moon-shinin' ev'ry night:
Way up in North Carolina, up in North Carolina, my North Carolina home.

VERSE 2: Say, pal. Yeah, what's up? Say, friend, you're lookin' mighty low to be from Alabam'.
It's my doctor, son, that worries me; he says I gotta scram. (That right?)
He says the climate in the South gets me to feelin' low. (That's bad!)
And now I gotta leave the South; he says I gotta go—

CHORUS 2: Way up in North Carolina, up in North Carolina,
That's as far north as I gotta go. (Tell me all about it!)
Oh, the sun is always shinin' up in Carolina and I've never cared for ice and snow. (You just can do without it!)
Those Carolina joys will fill my southern heart,
And even when I'm there, I'm in the southern part,
Way up in North Carolina, up in North Carolina, my North Carolina home.

VERSE 3: Whoo-hoo! Say brother, will you look-a here what's comin' down the street!
Mm-hm, these gals are really somethin'! Yeah, the kind we oughta meet.
Okay, well, what's the use of sittin' here? Let's find out their address.
Just leave it up to me, old boy; you gotta use finesse. (What's that?)
Say, honey. (Yeah?) Excuse me. (Yeah?) We shouldn't interrupt. (Uh-huh!)
We'd like to take you out. (Okay.) Then where do we pick you up?

CHORUS 3: Way up in North Carolina, up in North Carolina,
From the Smokies to the sea.
If you're ever comin' north as far as Carolina that's where we'll always be.
When you die, you want to go to heaven? Gosh, no!
Tell us just where is this place you want to go.
Way up in North Carolina, North Carolina, my North Carolina home.

CHORUS 4: Way up in North Carolina, North Carolina,
North enough for me.
There's absolutely nothin' north of Carolina that I ever want to see.
You never heard a southerner say this before:
To tell you that the North won the Civil War,
But he means North Carolina, he means North Carolina, yes, indeed, my North Carolina home.