Along the trail you'll find me lopin'
Where the hospitals ain't open
In the land where there ain't no OBs.
Mid the sagebrush and the cactus
Don't got no one to practice
In the land where there ain't no OBs.
I will flee the bleed-out halls
Where the cruelty appalls
I will leave the land of no OBs
So forward all my mail
I don't want to go to jail
In the land where they got no OBs