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.




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