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A soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings.
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All I ask of living is to have no chains on me.
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All I own are the strides I spend to the finish line.
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Somewhere in between here and gone.
Posts: 662
Thanks: 110
Thanked 1,450 Times in 370 Posts
Rep Power: 6344714
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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 twenty-five
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
Their sleep is filled with dreams, I never can fulfill them
I am a town.
I am 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.
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Two or three things I know for sure,
And one is that I would rather go naked
Than wear the coat the world has made for me.
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