A Texas Cafe

In every little town from Dalhart to Laredo

There's a corner cafe' with an open sign in the window

As soon as you walk in a waitress greets you with a grin

And says make yourself feel right at home

Old men sit at a booth telling tall tales and stretching the truth

Bragging how bad the good ol' days used to be

They're all too tired to plow besides their tractors are rusted now

So they order hot apple pie with a cup of coffee

Some things will never change

After all these years the menu is still the same

Serving that sweet ice tea with a touch of southern hospitality

So order yourself a taste of yesterday at a Texas Cafe'

There's a Wurlitzer jukebox full of old forty fives

Playing three songs for a quarter or one for a dime

The cook said he was a boy when it was brand new

To him it seemed like yesterday but it was 1962

There was a family owned five and dime next door

That could not compete with a chain discount store

On the outskirts of town the drive in theater is shut down

With a screen without a hero since Audie Murphy

Some things will never change

After all these years the menu is still the same

Serving that sweet ice tea with a touch of southern hospitality

So order yourself a taste of yesterday at a Texas Cafe'

There are fields with no grain, railroad tracks with no train

And an old courthouse with nobody left to blame

Town square is boarded up and brick roads are worn down

But the chicken fried steak special is still around

Some things will never change

After all these years the menu is still the same

Serving that sweet ice tea with a touch of southern hospitality

So order yourself a taste of yesterday at a Texas Cafe'