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      © Black Leather Music, Inc. (BMI)