[Intro] x2 [Verse 1] Down in Nowhere Texas    Along the highway forty-five    There’s a ghostly stretch of road Where it’s hard to stay alive    [Verse 2] South towards Galveston Young girl stayed disappeared Where the desert sands turn into the wasteland The air is thick with the scent of fear   [Chorus] Hunting in the      killing fields Small-town country boys do their worst   No one knows how far it goes It seems that the bayou has become a world of hurt   [Verse 3] Collete’s body was discovered In November of nineteen seventy-one Then one after another Victims were found beneath the desert sun [Verse 4] Still no convictions Handed down for these violent crimes Will this highway’s history remain a mystery? Or will the truth arrive over time? [Chorus] Hunting in the      killing fields Small-town country boys do their worst   No one knows how far it goes It seems that the bayou has become a world of hurt   [Outro] And the devil was there     The devil was there     The devil was there     The devil was there