INTRO
I was sittin' in a truckstop,
Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by.
Tryin' to read the menu,
When the waitress caught my eye.
She pulled a pencil from her hair,
And leaned across the bar.
I did my best not to stare,
But man, she made it hard.
I asked that trucker next to me,
Hey, what looks good today?
He said I know what's on your mind,
And boy, there ain't no way.
Get yourself some apple pie,
And something cool to drink.
I know you want the special,
And I like the way you think.
But you can't have the waitress,
Boy, everybody's tried.
There's a cowboy down in Abilene,
Who keeps her satisfied.
They got a hundred acre dream
That's gettin' closer every day.
Just a few more plates of ham and eggs,
And a few good rides away.
Hard times hit West Texas,
Damn near everything's for sale.
But there's some things we hold sacred,
When everything else fails.
When we're down to nothing,
Out here, everybody shares.
Most of us have lost our dreams,
So we bought into theirs.
I've seen her walk a hundred miles,
Up and down this floor.
I've never seen her fail to smile,
When he limps through that door.
So when you're done, you leave a tip,
And make it nice and fat.
And feel lucky you can own a piece,
Of something like that.
But you can't have the waitress,
Boy, everybody's tried.
There's a cowboy down in Abilene,
Who keeps her satisfied.
They got a hundred acre dream
That's gettin' closer every day.
Just a few more plates of ham and eggs,
And a few good rides away.
No you can't have the waitress,
Boy, everybody's tried.
There's a cowboy down in Abilene,
Who keeps her satisfied.
They got a hundred acre dream
That's gettin' closer every day.
Just a few more plates of ham and eggs,
And a few good rides away.
Just a few more plates of ham and eggs,
And a few good rides away.
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