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Just the other Side of Nowhere (Kris Kristofferson)

I come from just the other side of nowhere to this big time lonesome town,
They got a lotta ice and snow here, half as cold as all the people I've found,
Everyway I try to go here seems to bring me down,
I've seen about enough to know where I belong.

I've gotta mind to see the headlights shining on that old white line between my heart and home,
Sick of spending Sundays wishing they were Mondays sittin' in a park alone,
So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me any lovin' way but wrong,
Tell'em that the pride of just the other side of nowhere's going home.

Takin' nothing back to show here for these dues I've paid,
But the soul I almost sold here and the body I've been given away,
Fading from the neon-nighttime-glow here, heading for the light of day,
Just the other side of nowhere's going home.

I've gotta mind to see the headlights shining on that old white line between my heart and home,
Sick of spending Sundays wishing they were Mondays sittin' in a park alone,
So give my best to anyone who's left to ever done me any lovin' way but wrong,
Tell'em that the pride of just the other side of nowhere's going home.

Takin' nothing back to show here for these dues I've paid,
But the soul I almost sold here and the body I've been given away,
Fading from the neon-nighttime-glow here, heading for the light of day,
Just the other side of nowhere's going home.
Just the other side of nowhere's going home.