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 And leaned across the bar 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" 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 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 somethings 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 Yeah, I've seen her walk a 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 Make it nice and fat Feel lucky you can own a piece Of something like that 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