Author: Francis Duggan
It is a journey only for poor people the narrow roadway that winds up and down
Beyond the woods and beyond the distant mountains that leads you to the streets of Nowhere Town
And as you walk that road you grow poor and poorer still with every passing day
And you'll be broke and penniless and helpless when you reach Nowhere many miles away.
You hear them say he's on the 'road to Nowhere' but every road at some point has an end
And by the time that he reach the Town of 'Hard luck stories' he'll find that he don't seem to have a friend
And Nowhere is still miles from Hard luck stories and at his journey's end he will be broke
And he will end his days at distant Nowhere a homeless penniless and worn out bloke.
You won't find any well to do's at Nowhere and the people there are poor as poor can be
The buildings there are old and looking shabby it is a Town of utter poverty
For the forgotten the end of their journey is on the sidewalk of a Nowhere street
Exhausted and worn from their long hard journey dark rings around their eyes and blistered feet.
It is a winding road narrow and bumpy that leads you to the far Town of Nowhere
And there you will not meet the rich and famous only the poor and forgotten live there
The dingy streets and dilapidated buildings surrounded by poverty and decay
Beyond the woodlands and the distant mountains in the Town of the forgotten far away.
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