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.
