/ I’m town in Carolina I’m detour on ride / Fadd9 G7sus Fadd9 G7sus 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. My sleep is filled with dreams I never can fulfill them. I am a town. I’m a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain. I’m a Baptist like my daddy 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.