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I Am a Cathedral lyrics
Come On Come On
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 black 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, 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 cinderblocks, missing all my wheels
I am Pabst Blue Ribbon, American, and "Southern Serves the South"
I am tucked behind a Jaycees sign on the rural route
I am a town
I am a town
I am a town
Southbound
Come On Come On
I Am A Town
Part of these releases
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- Track 12 on The Legends Collection Disc 2
- 11 Another Day
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- Track 3 on Where Do You Go to My Lovely?
- 2 Sons of Cain Are Abel
- 2 Don Quixote
- 4 You Are My Life
- 4 Tall Tree
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- Track 1 on Peter Sarstedt
- 2 Sons of Cain Are Abel
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