From the recording Waitress in My Truck
It is a beautiful thing when a wandering imagination gets real.
- 1st Verse
She’ll look like Sunday morning and smell like early spring
Pour my morning coffee, treat me like a king.
We will never worry, fuss or fret.
Chasing those horizons, what you see is what you get.
- 2nd Verse
She'll lean against the dash and turn up my CD.
And ask if there is something she can do for me.
Wonder if I ever bowed my head in prayer
With Elvis singing gospel, I'll be glad she's there
I wish I had a waitress in my truck.
A smiling pretty waitress in my truck.
Pouring me hot coffee, bringing me good luck.
Eighteen wheels a rolling with a waitress in my truck
- 3rd Verse
Rolling down the highway me and my best friend.
Days will all be happy and nights will never end.
The Indiana wind is at our backs.
2 thousand miles to ramble until we can relax.
- Repeat Chorus
On the off ramp of 294
I put my brakes to the floor.
Like a deer in my head lights she froze.
Pink dress, white apron and panty-hose
[:Eighteen wheels a rolling with a waitress in my truck. :]
[:Eighteen wheels a rolling :]