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 25
 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 back 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
 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