Mary Chapin Carpenter - I am a town

I'm a ^Ctown in Carolina, I'm a ^G/Fdetour on a ^Fride For a ^Cphone call and a soda, I'm a ^G/Fblur from the driver's ^Fside. I'm the ^Fadd9last gas ^G7susfor an hour if you're ^Fadd9going twen^G7susty-five. I am ^Fadd9Texaco ^G7susand tobacco, I am ^Fadd9dust you ^G7susleave behind.

I am ^Cpeaches in September, and ^G/Fcorn from a roadside ^Fstall. I'm the ^Clanguage of the natives, I'm a ^G/Fcadence and a ^Fdrawl. I'm the ^Fadd9pines be^G7sushind the graveyard and the ^Fadd9cool be^G7susneath their shade, where the ^Fadd9boys have ^G7susleft their beer cans, I am ^Fadd9weeds be^G7sustween the graves.

^AmMy porches sag and lean with old black ^Fmen and children. ^AmMy sleep is filled with dreams, I never ^Fcan fulfill them. I am a ^Fadd9town. ^{G7sus G7sus G7sus Fadd9 G7sus G7sus G7sus}

I'm a ^Cchurch beside the highway where the ^G/Fditches never ^Fdrain. I'm a ^CBaptist like my daddy, ^G/FJesus knows my ^Fname. I am ^Fadd9memory ^G7susand stillness, I am ^Fadd9lonely ^G7susin old age; I am ^Fadd9not your ^G7susdestination, I am ^Fadd9clinging ^G7susto my ways. I am a ^Amtown. ^{G F F Am G F F}

I'm a ^Ctown in Carolina, I am ^G/Fbillboards in the ^Ffields. I'm an ^Cold truck up on cinder blocks, ^G/Fmissing all my ^Fwheels. I am ^Fadd9Pabst Blue ^G7susRibbon, American, and ^Fadd9"Sout^G7sushern Serves the South". I am ^Fadd9tucked be^G7sushind the Jaycees sign ^Fadd9on the ^G7susrural route. I am a ^Fadd9town. ^G7sus I am a ^Fadd9town. ^G7sus I am a ^Fadd9town. ^G7sus South^Fadd9bound.^{G7sus Fadd9 G7sus C}