Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by
Tryin' to read the menu
When the waitress caught my eye
She pulled a pencil from her hair
Leaned across the bar
An' I did my best not to stare
But man, she made it hard
An' I asked that trucker next to me
"Hey, what looks good today"
He said, "I know what's on your mind
An' boy, there ain't no way"
"Get yourself some apple pie
An' somethin' cool to drink
I know you want the special
An' 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
It'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 nothin'
Out here, everybody shares
Most of us have lost our dreams
So we bought into theirs
Yeah, I've seen her walk up hundred miles
Up and down this floor
But I've never seen her fail to smile
When he limps through that door
So when you're done, you leave a tip
An' make it nice and fat
An' feel lucky you can own a piece
Of somethin' 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
It's gettin' closer every day
Just a few more plates of ham and eggs
And a few good rides away
Oh, 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
It'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
I was sittin' in a truck stop Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by Tryin' to read the menu When the waitress caught my eye She pulled a pencil from her hair Leaned across the bar An' I did my best not to stare But man, she made it hard An' I asked that trucker next to me "Hey, what looks good today" He said, "I know what's on your mind An' boy, there ain't no way" "Get yourself some apple pie An' somethin' cool to drink I know you want the special An' 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 It'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 nothin' Out here, everybody shares Most of us have lost our dreams So we bought into theirs Yeah, I've seen her walk up hundred miles Up and down this floor But I've never seen her fail to smile When he limps through that door So when you're done, you leave a tip An' make it nice and fat An' feel lucky you can own a piece Of somethin' 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 It's gettin' closer every day Just a few more plates of ham and eggs And a few good rides away Oh, 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 It'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 Explain Request ×
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