Fadd9 G7sus G7sus G7sus Fadd9 G7sus G7sus G7sus C G/F F I'm a town in Carolina, I'm a detour on a ride C G/F F For a phone call and a soda, I'm a blur from the driver's side. Fadd9 G7sus Fadd9 G7sus I'm the last gas for an hour if you're going twenty-five. Fadd9 G7sus Fadd9 G7sus I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind. C G/F F I am peaches in September, and corn from a roadside stall. C G/F F I'm the language of the natives, I'm a cadence and a drawl. Fadd9 G7sus Fadd9 G7sus I'm the pines behind the graveyard and the cool beneath their shade, Fadd9 G7sus Fadd9 G7sus where the boys have left their beer cans, I am weeds between the graves. Am F My porches sag and lean with old black men and children. Am F My sleep is filled with dreams, I never can fulfill them. Fadd9 G7sus G7sus G7sus Fadd9 G7sus G7sus G7sus I am a town. C G/F F I'm a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain. C G/F F I'm a Baptist like my daddy, Jesus knows my name. Fadd9 G7sus Fadd9 G7sus I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old age; Fadd9 G7sus Fadd9 G7sus I am not your destination, I am clinging to my ways. Am G F F Am G F F I am a town. Fadd9 G7sus G7sus G7sus Fadd9 G7sus G7sus G7sus C G/F F I'm a town in Carolina, I am billboards in the fields. C G/F F I'm an old truck up on cinder blocks, missing all my wheels. Fadd9 G7sus Fadd9 G7sus I am Pabst Blue Ribbon, American, and "Southern Serves the South". Fadd9 G7sus Fadd9 G7sus I am tucked behind the Jaycees sign on the rural route. Fadd9 G7sus I am a town. Fadd9 G7sus I am a town. Fadd9 G7sus I am a town. Fadd9 G7sus Fadd9 G7sus C Southbound.
