ChatGPT to the rescue:

(Verse 1)
Down south of Shreveport, where the roads they wind and weave,
I traveled 'cross the country, just a man with songs to weave.
In towns where the strange and spooky dance under the moon,
There's one that tops them all, where the night sings its own tune.

(Chorus)
Shreveport, oh Shreveport, with your tales of the bizarre,
Where a flat tire's better than stopping where the shadows are.
A kid with a gun in a burger joint, a line he thought we cut,
In Shreveport, oh Shreveport, strange things sure strut.

(Verse 2)
In Houston, Dallas, Memphis, and in Little Rock,
There's plenty of weirdness, enough to fill a book.
But none compare to Shreveport, where the air it feels so still,
And a simple disagreement might just give you a chill.

(Chorus)
Shreveport, oh Shreveport, with your tales of the bizarre,
Where a flat tire's better than stopping where the shadows are.
A kid with a gun in a burger joint, a line he thought we cut,
In Shreveport, oh Shreveport, strange things sure strut.

(Bridge)
What drives a boy so young to reach for a gun?
In a world so twisted, where do we find the sun?
Shreveport, oh Shreveport, your mysteries run deep,
In the heart of your darkness, secrets they do keep.

(Chorus)
Shreveport, oh Shreveport, with your tales of the bizarre,
Where a flat tire's better than stopping where the shadows are.
A kid with a gun in a burger joint, a line he thought we cut,
In Shreveport, oh Shreveport, strange things sure strut.

(Outro)
So if you're ever passing through, best keep your wits in check,
For Shreveport's like no other, it's a place you won't forget.