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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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