I Am A Town

I'm a town in Carolina,

I'm a detour on a ride

For a phone 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 boys have left their beer cans

I am ****s 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.