I ran into a friend from high school And we stopped and talked a while. A successful man who'd found his place in life. He asked me where I lived. I said Cerrybottom Caryville Towards Shady cove 'bout 3 miles on the right. He laughed and he said damn son, You gotta drive to get out there, In God's country where the air And water's clear. I said hold on just a minute And to listen to the truth. I don't think God's been 'round this place in years. God don't live in Cherrybottom or in Caryville. There's pills and meth, And violence all around. And if He does then I'm convinced he's sleepin' at the well. I don't think God lives in Caryville. I remember when I was a kid This was a nicer place. The people took pride in The land they loved. But nowadays it's gone to hell, And it's a damn disgrace. And it ain't no place for the Man From up above. God don't live in Cherrybottom or in Caryville. There's pills and meth, And violence all around. And if He does then I'm convinced he's sleepin' at the well. I don't think God lives in Caryville. No I don't think God lives here, In Caryville.