Truckstop — текст песни (Stuart Marty)

Written by Marty Stuart

At a red hot truck stop with a dirt floor parking lot
A waitress named Shirley
Poured him some coffee and she said
"Hello stranger where`re you going?
I see the dust of where you`ve been
Seems like the fire of trouble
Claims you like the next of kin
You look as new as tomorrow
And the old as where you`re from
If I`ve got it right and I think I might
I believe that you`re a Pilgrim"