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