歌詞

Verse 1

I like that old truck stop diner

Don’t wanna say it was better back when

But I miss them nights

With loose change in my hand

Sayin’, “Black coffee, ma’am.”

Grease in the air

Neon hummin’ low

She’d holler, “Sit anywhere, hon.”

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Chorus

I like that old truck stop diner

Don’t mean to sound worn thin

But a chipped white mug

On a cracked Formica bar

Felt like I could still fit in

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Verse 2

Now I’m starin’ at a glowing screen

“Please choose your language first”

English, Spanish, corporate grin

Like freedom comes in bursts

Gas signs flash like lottery dreams

Factory down the road’s gone dark

“Now Hiring” taped to a broken door

Nobody’s punchin’ that clock

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Chorus

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Verse 3

I ordered pie, just pie

But it’s askin’ about my app

Student loans and a side of fries

Tip starts at twenty flat

Swipe my card

Machine says smile

“Have a blessed productive while.”

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Bridge

Flags on sale by the interstate

Red, white, blue for fifteen bucks

Driver’s talkin’ ‘bout freedom

While fillin’ up on borrowed luck

Lady laughs behind the counter

“You sure you need two, friend?”

Yeah… guess that depends

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Final Chorus

I like that old truck stop diner

Don’t wanna blame the times

But a bitter cup

In a cracked-up world

Still tastes more true than the signs

Yeah, that busted counter

Still feels like mine