I Am A Town - PCM Stereo

Song I Am A Town - PCM Stereo
Artist Mary Chapin Carpenter
Album Come On Come On

Lyrics

作词 : Carpenter
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

Pinyin

zuò cí : Carpenter
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 twentyfive
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