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Red clay on the tires
A name left under rain
By the Cape Fear crossing,
they found the sedan cold A receipt from a diner,
a story twice retold
Mama kept the porch lamp burning till the dawn went gray Sheriff
said the river never gives the whole truth away
Three towns held their breath on the county line
Every screen door knew a different sign The map had pins like
warning signs A courthouse clock forgot the time Somebody knows what the
pine trees heard But nobody says the missing word
Who buried the truth in Carolina rain Who washed the road but
left the stain Say her name till the mountains answer back Say
her name down the railroad track
No grave can keep a secret safe Carolina rain,
remember her face
Back road preacher heard tires at a quarter past two
Dogs started crying by the barbecue
A deputy's cousin sold a ring for cash Then left for Charlotte
with a bruise and a rash
Paper ran a headline,
folded up clean But the creek kept talking in between
Who buried the truth in Carolina rain Who washed the road but
left the stain Say her name till the mountains answer back Say
her name down the railroad track
No grave can keep a secret safe Carolina rain,
remember her face
If the badge got heavy,
if the phone went dead If a brother bought silence with a
pocket full of lead Open every drawer in that old motel Bring
every hidden name up from the well
Who buried the truth in Carolina rain Who washed the road but
left the stain
Say her name till the mountains answer back Say her name down
the railroad track
No grave can keep a secret safe Carolina rain,
remember her face
Remember her face Remember her face
Red clay keeps the score Till somebody opens the door