Directions from a Friendly Local

Go down where the dilapidated chair
leans against the man made of mufflers
and hang a right, right before Lisa's Chicken.
Then, just past Murphy's Auto, take a left. 
In the depression after the dip
you'll see some people millin' about
so drive slow. Somewhere
after the brutal contusions without shirtsleeves
there'll probably be some wildlife
flattened and splattered in the street. 
Please pay your respects. 
If you see a bushy tail blowin' in your backdraft,
that's just Carl. He likes to play dead.
Then you'll hit a whole mess of shade
from all them live oaks. Hang a right. 
If you go left you'll hafta say sayonara
cuz the bridge is out. Hang. A. Right.
Again, drive slow due to the proclivity
for rusted playthings and/or crumple wrappers
to be lyin' about. You might even hear
a banjo plinka planka plunk
which would be Joe and/or Bobbi.
A rowdy woot! wouldn't hurt.
Then the road'll turn to dirt
and drift downward toward the crick.
Somewhere off to the right'll be the weepin' cave.
 You can find yourself fetal inside.
Welcome to town.