Words and music by John Kay
I fried in the sun just outside San Bernadino
Flagged me a ride in a rattletrap ford
Rollin` back east to the northern border
I`m back in town to find my favorite folk
But nobody knows…and nobody cares
`Cause nobody plays here, nobody stays here
Nobody lives here anymore
I drift by the winos near the greyhound station
Searching for shelter like a castaway
But there are lookers and lechers in a pagan bookstore
That once held a home where I could sing and play
Nothing is left but the faded street signs
To tell me that I knew this place before
`Cause nobody plays here, nobody stays here
Nobody lives here anymore
Everyone warned me not to look for memories
Nothing at all ever remains the same
Now I`m turning around, I`m rollin` back home
Leaving no one behind that will remember my name
But nobody knows…and nobody cares
`Cause nobody plays here, nobody stays here
Nobody lives here anymore
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