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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