(Mary Chapin Carpenter)

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 The Language 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 A Baptist 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.