(D. Hickey)
He was a short order cook, and not too much to look at
And he traded in his foot, for a medal in the war
He loved a girl named Lila, in a bar across the highway
And you ought to see him smilin` at her comin` through the door
Lila always knew, she wasn`t no ravin` beauty
She traded in her virtue to a trucker at sixteen
But she forgets to remember how he left her off in Denver
When she sees her Cooky smilin` as she opens up the screen
And he says
"Hi Lila, how about a cup of coffee?
Take a load off, take your shoes off, here`s the sugar and the cream"
Cooky`s been to war and Lila`s been to Denver
And both of them are casualties of someone else`s dream
Cooky pours the trucker`s coffee, Lila serves the rigger`s whiskey
And resists their invitations to go ridin` for a while
`Cause at a diner across the highway, on a shelf above the pastry
There`s a cup reserved for Lila and the man who makes her smile
When he says
"Hi Lila, how about a cup of coffee?
Take a load off, take your shoes off, here`s the sugar and the cream"
`Cause Cooky`s been to war and Lila`s been to Denver
And both of them are casualties of someone else`s dream
Now as the nation rolls along, like a semi down the highway
Casting lonely broken bodies in the grass along the road
I`ve finally found a reason for believing in the future
Seeing Cooky and his Lila drinking coffee all alone
Oh yes
"Hi Lila, how about a cup of coffee?
Take a load off, take your shoes off, here`s the sugar and the cream"
`Cause Cooky`s been to war and Lila`s been to Denver
And both of them are casualties of someone else`s dream
Cooky`s been to war, Lord and Lila`s been to Denver
And both of them are casualties of someone else`s dream
(c)1975 Everyday Songs/Baron Music Publ.