Truck Stop Lyrics & Chords By The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

Scratched water glass
Food on my fork
From whoever ate before
Straight off the floor
Placed gently on my table.
By a waitress weary dreary greasy Pam
And the best steel-guitar in the land
On the jukebox.

Their plastic menus
With multiple selections
A few last minute
penciled in corrections.
All that leaves is watered-down stew
And mine has a fly in it.
And the best steel-guitar in the land
On the jukebox.

Truck stop.
Roar!
Roar!
You heavy equipment mother-truckers!

I saw a fly stuck on some fly paper
About to die
And his eyes sent out a warning
To a cockroach in the hall.
And I'm writing words on another bathroom wall.
Red the trucker and some others
Gave us too hard a time.
Threw a chair and everything
We said "Sit down, skinhead,
You already impressed the waitress!"

Rose Rose
Clipped Butterfly Goddess
Rose Rose
Rose we look alike
Rose Rose I'm coming home to see you
Do you stilllike bikers?
Hitchhikers.
Rose Rose do you remember what it was like
When we worked together?
Do you remember the steam on the windows
Warm sweat on our bodies

Truck stop.
Roar!
Roar!
Eating a plate full of all this hog-slop.