The skies are taller in Louisiana
The skies are wider in New Mexico
The skies in Texas kinda split the difference
They don't suit me no matter where I go
I ain't got a place
I ain't got a place in this world
I ain't got a place
I ain't got a place in this world I know
Rivers run east out of West Virginia
Rivers run west down in Tennessee
A river runs north out of South Dakota
None of that makes a damn to me
I ain't got a place
I ain't got a place in this world
I ain't got a place
I ain't got a place in this world I know
You ask me where I'm coming from
I'm not sure I can say
You ask me where I'm headed I'll just grin
Don't ask too many questions
I'll be coming back to stay
You know not to ask me where I've been
I'm looking up at a constellation
Looking down at the frozen ground
Looking out for all my interests
Looking in just brings me down
I ain't got a place...