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.