as i was walking home last night
there was no road left in my sight
i heard the bayou call my name
and now my nights they're all the same
see there's a man i know before
said don't you come round here no more
said don't you come round here no more
said don't you come round here no more
i found the end of the blacktop road
outside from the county line
people said y'all don't come round here
but i had to go cross the line
out in the field near eight and one
when the sun go down
on the edge of the water
in the still of the night
where the wind won't blow on a saturday night
well i hear you fading into the night
i can hear you fading into the night
well i swore that day i'd never go back
to the place i don't belong
my mama said son don't you ever go back
but i swear it didn't take that long
cause i wound up back where the blacktop ends
in the still of the night where the oak tree bends
i'm still searching for what went wrong
i'm still searching in the night where i don't belong
i'm still searching in the night where i don't belong
now the years gone by and i'm never alone
and i make my money with a microphone
in the middle of the night when i hear dogs run i'm
thinking to myself i never hurt no one
but even in the light when it's hard to see
when the mississippi night's coming back for me
well i hear you playing into the night
i can hear you playing into the night
well i swore that day i'd never go back
to the place i don't belong
my mama said son don't you ever go back
but i swear it didn't take that long
cause i wound up back
where the blacktop ends
in the still of the night
where the oak tree bends
and i'm still searching for what went wrong
i'm still searching in the night
where i don't belong
where i don't belong
where i don't belong
where i don't belong
ten to twelve
boy where you go
