No Man's Land

Waved goodbye to the welcome sign,
headed south for the Georgia line.
I've been passing the lonesome time
keeping straight on the straight white line.

Drove all night till I had my fill,
found a truck stop in nowheresville.
Ordered flapjacks and when they came,
waitress said that it looked like rain.

Everyone I know is leaving town,
broken down, changing plans.
Every heart I see is holding on,
or up and gone to no man's land.

Took a detour for a hundred miles
just to see the"King of the Crocodiles."
He was stuffed on a bar room shelf -
I guess once he was something else.

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Baby, you and I had reached the end,
and ghost towns, they never rise again.
Devil calls and you make the deal,
and it's all locusts and empty fields.

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