From the recording Waitress in My Truck

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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
  - Chorus 
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  
  - Bridge
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
 - Coda
[:Eighteen wheels a rolling with a waitress in my truck. :]
[:Eighteen wheels a rolling :]