Where Nobody Goes


Down in the country,
Where nobody goes.
Got no money,
No new clothes.

Barely get by,
On what I got.
And what I got,
Ain't a lot.

Food I gather,
Or catch if I can.
There's no free lunch,
In nobody's land.

But life is simple,
If you like it that way.
Trade or cash,
If you have to pay.

I'll see you soon,
Where nobody goes.
We're all headed there,
As our debt grows.


Singing

Singing Where Nobody Goes Ron AI

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