LYRIC
ONE STOP DINER
(c) 2017, Christopher G. Moon – All Rights Reserved
Send royalties to: C.Moon 14640 Duke Hwy, Alva, FL 33920
Cracked paint peeling overhead on the ceiling
she pretends its real with a little screaming
there’s a broken dream on her sewing machine
she was gonna be a dancer if you know what I mean
And she’s got a face that’s hard to describe
but with a shot of courage she’s got nothing to hide
at the quick-stop diner you can ride any horse
but there’s no finish line … at the end of the course
CHORUS: Come on in we’re expecting you,
you can park your rig, grab a table for two
a roll of the dice is on the menu tonight
life’s a one stop diner with a neon light.
There’s a night wranglers dream in room 24
a checker cab is waiting outside the door
the ice machines’ humming keeps a steady beat
for two bits more she can turn up the heat
She’s got diesel dreams burning bright
like a motel sign she’ll flash in the night
then she moves on – like a thunderstorm
a little worse for wear and a little more worn
CHORUS: Come on in we’re expecting you,
you can park your rig, grab a table for two
a roll of the dice is on the menu tonight
life’s a one stop diner with a neon light.
BRIDGE: (And) the cabbie’s smoking something I can’t describe
while Bubba the cop is taking a bribe
Hank the preacher’s praying for a nun
he’s got a naughty habit but it’s too much fun.
Here at the diner nothings quite what is seems
is it a waking nightmare or a sleeping dream
I don’t know, but there’s one thing for sure
you’ll never be the same once you walk through that door
CHORUS: Come on in we’re expecting you,
you can park your rig, grab a table for two
a roll of the dice is on the menu tonight
life’s a one stop diner with a neon light.
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