I'm a town in carolina, i'm a detour on a ride
for aphone call and a soda, i'm a blur from the driver's side
i'm the last gas for an hour if you're going twenty-five
i am texaco and tobacco, i am dust you leave behind
I am peaches in september, and corn from a roadside stall
i'm thelanguage of the natives, i'm a cadence and a drawl
i'm the pines behind the graveyard, and the cool beneath their shade, where the boys have left their beer cans
i am weeds between the graves.
My porches sag and lean with old black men and children
their sleep is filled with dreams, i never can fulfill them
i am a town.
I am a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain
i'm abaptist like my daddy, and jesus knows my name
i am memory and stillness, i am lonely in old age; i am not your destination
i am clinging to my ways
i am a town.
I'm a town in carolina, i am billboards in the fields
i'm an old truck up on cinder blocks, missing all my wheels
i am pabst blue ribbon, american, and "southern serves the south"
i am tucked behind the jaycees sign, on the rural route
i am a town
i am a town
i am a town
southbound.