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