Truck Stop Songtext
von Markley

Scratched water glass
Food on my fork
From whoever ate before
Scraped off the floor
Placed gently on my table
By a waitress - weary, dreary, greasy hand
And the best steel guitar in the land on a jukebox

Red plastic menus
With multiple selections
A few last-minute
Penciled-in corrections
All that leaves is watered-down stew
And mine has a fly in it
And the best steel guitar in the land on a jukebox

Truck stop
Roar
Roar
You heavy equipment mother-truckers


I saw a fly
Caught on some flypaper
About to die
And its eyes sent out a warning to a cockroach in the hall
And I′m writing words on another bathroom wall

Red the trucker
And some others, gave us
Too hard a time
Threw a chair and everything, we said,
"Sit down, skinhead, you already impressed the waitress"

Rose, Rose, crystal butterfly goddess
Rose, Rose, Rose Queen lookalike
Rose, Rose, I'm coming home to see you
Do you still like bikers? Hitchhikers?
Rose, Rose, do you remember what it was like
When we were together?
Do you remember the steam on the windows?
Or the sweat on our bodies?

Truck stop
Roar
Roar
Eating a plateful of all this hog slop