Caryville

I ran into a friend from high school
 And we stopped and talked a while.
 A successful man who'd found his place in life.
 He asked me where I lived.
 I said Cerrybottom Caryville
 Towards Shady cove 'bout 3 miles on the right.
 He laughed and he said damn son,
 You gotta drive to get out there,
 In God's country where the air
 And water's clear.
 I said hold on just a minute
 And to listen to the truth.
 I don't think God's been 'round this place in years.
 God don't live in Cherrybottom or in Caryville.
 There's pills and meth,
 and violence all around.
 And if He does then I'm convinced he's sleepin' at the well.
 I don't think God lives in Caryville.
 I remember when I was a kid
 This was a nicer place.
 The people took pride in
 the land they loved.
 But nowadays it's gone to hell,
 And it's a damn disgrace.
 And it ain't no place for the Man
 from up above.
 God don't live in Cherrybottom or in Caryville.
 There's pills and meth,
 and violence all around.
 And if He does then I'm convinced he's sleepin' at the well.
 I don't think God lives in Caryville.
 No I don't think God lives here,
 In Caryville.