When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town
down around San Antone
and the folks are risin for another day
round about their homes.
The people of the town are strange
and theyre proud of where they came.

Well, youre talkin bout China Grove, wo, oh, oh,
oh, China Grove.

Well, the preacher and the teacher,
Lord, theyre a caution, they are the talk of the town.
When the gossip gets to flyin and they aint lyin;
when the sun goes fallin down.
They say that the fathers insane
and dear Missus Perkins a game.

Were talkin bout the China Grove, wo, oh, oh,
oh, China Grove.

But evryday theres a new thing comin,
the ways of an oriental view.
The sheriff and his buddies
with their samurai swords,
you can even hear the music at night.
And though its part of the Lone Star State
people dont seem to care,
they just keep on lookin to the East.

Talkin bout the China Grove, oh, China Grove