Truckstop Lyrics

Truck Stop Tragedy

Walked into the truck stop down the road

Found a little lady who was feeling cold

Her skin was white, her hair was blond

I bought a cup of coffee and offered her some

She looked at me, spit out her gum

She took a sip, she wasn't fond

She said, I can see you're a dry-cleaned boy

Probably moved here from Illinois

Probably got a cornfield in your mind

I asked her why she had a tear on her lip

She said, hey buddy, let me give you a tip

There's no point in lookin for what you ain't gonna find

She said

There's no place better to die than here

With an ice cold broad and a luke-warm beer

That's alright, yes that's alright

If she's singing along

There's no place better to lay you down

Than a river of tears with a lonely sound

That's alright, yes that's alright

Ain't nothing wrong

At least you're writing a song

I picked up the check, she followed me out

She got in my car, said there ain't no doubt

You've been alone, for far too long

Her halter top was falling off

Her braless breasts began to cough

As she reached out, to turn the radio on

She said, I can see you've got a worried mind

And I don't mean to be unkind

But no matter how far you drive you'll still be lost

I asked her why she gave a damn

She told me that it really wasn't part of her plan

It just happens. But it's worth the cost

There's no place better to die than here

With an ice cold broad and a luke warm beer

That's alright, yes that's alright

If she's singing along

There's no place better to lay you down

Than a river of tears with a lonely sound

That's alright, yes that's alright

Ain't nothing wrong

At least you're writing a song

We ended up in a cheap motel

On the border between heaven and hell

She brought the ice, I brought the wine

The room was dark and the sheets were cold

When it was over I was feeling old

Her hands were rough, my thoughts were kind

She said, You know this can't happen again

I'm a highway child, you're a dripping pen

But perhaps we ought to try it one more time

I asked her why she had to run away

She told me that tomorrow was yesterday

As I started to repeat her worn out line

There's no place better to die than here

With an ice cold broad and a luke-warm beer

That's alright, yes that's alright

If she's singing along

There's no place better to lay me down

Than a river of tears with a lonely sound

That's alright, yes that's alright

Ain't nothing wrong

At least I'm writing a song