Lyrics

There's an interstate that runs through the center of town
It's noisy as hell, but what are you gonna do
They said it'd bring a lot of new people around
But they mostly just seem to pass right through
There's a motel out there with a pretty good rate
Fifty dollars for the day, and twenty for the hour
You don't really see too many out of state plates
Free coffee in the morning and a luke warm shower
In the night stand by the bed there's a bible in the drawer
I just don't know what for
I don't really know what for
There's a truck stop out by the by-pass
They've got everything a weary traveler might ever need
Roller dogs and diesel fuel and books on CD
Behind the counter they get that good trucker speed
For a good time call Mabel written on the bathroom stall door
I don't really know what for
I don't know who that's for
We've got a tavern that was built back in 1921
It's got a pretty good jukebox
And three kinds of beer
It's a good place to go when the work day is done
A broken bottle for a souvenir
But they tore it all down to put up a dollar store
I don't really know what for
I just don't know what for
Written by: William Elliott Whitmore
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