A Few Good Rides Away

[Verse 1] I was sitting in a truck-stop Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by Trying 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 I asked that trucker next to me Hey, what looks good today He said I know what's on your mind And 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 [Chorus] 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 That's gettin' closer every day Just a few more plates of ham and eggs And a few good rides away [Verse 2] 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 I've seen her walk a hundred miles Up and down this floor I've never seen her fail to smile When he limps through that door So when you're done, you leave a tip And make it nice and fat And feel lucky you can own a piece Of something like that [Chorus][x2] [Outro] Just a few more plates of ham and eggs And a few good rides away