[ Featuring John Kay ]
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 knowsâ?¦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 knowsâ?¦and nobody cares
'Cause nobody plays here, nobody stays here
Nobody lives here anymore
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