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{Just an ...} old truck-stop
in the middle of nowhere |
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That gray weathered place called the State
Line Cafe |
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Stop in for some coffee, a burger or French
fries |
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The next place to stop is an hour away |
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1. |
Built in the twenties, survived the depression |
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Pouring coffee for truckers on that lonesome
blacktop |
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Dave bought the place to be out of the
city |
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Cooking hash browns and chicken for the
people who stop |
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Then crews widened the highway. They took
out the curve |
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Engineers said it was safer that way |
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Now the trucks don't have access so they
keep on rolling |
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On up to Wyoming past the State
Line Cafe |
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{Past that ...} |
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chorus |
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3. |
Jackie served the last breakfast three
eggs over easy |
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One piece of bacon, three slices of toast |
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Then they threw out their dreams with
the leftover coffee |
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Where they're headed, nobody knows |
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{Left that ...} |
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chorus 2 |
Old truck-stop in the middle
of nowhere |
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That gray weathered place called the State
Line Cafe |
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You can't stop for coffee, no burger,
no French fries |
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Jackie and Dave closed the State Line
today |
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coda |
Yeah, Jackie and Dave closed the State
Line today |