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Mexico

Hmmm

I wait on tables here

Ain't quite how I planned it

Pay's not that great

But I do alright in tipsI took the job to get me by

When my husband left me stranded

I still don't know just

Where the hell he isAfter dark

Six nights a week

I pull this apron snug

Glanced up at a dusty TV

Blaring local news

Then I'm everybody's best friend

Dealing coffee like a drug

The whole place smells

Like fries and diesel fuelEvery shift is different

And every shift's the same

Someone's driving to the Promised Land

Or they're running from the painIt's mostly long-haul truckers,

Runaways and thieves

Everybody's got somewhere to go

They all stop here

On the way to MexicoI still think about that gal

Who came from Tucumcari

Off to find her sister

That she just found out she has

And those young lovers

On the run

She wasn't old enough to marry

Then the cop showed up

With one really pissed off dadEvery shift is different

And every shift's the same

Someone's driving to the Promised Land

Or they're running from the painIt's mostly long-haul truckers,

Runaways and thieves

Everybody's got somewhere to go

They all stop here

On the way to MexicoWith each passing of a season

I wonder if I'm stuck

Or maybe I'm waiting for a reason

Or a helping of good luckIt's mostly long-haul truckers,

Runaways and me

Maybe I'll head south again

Who knows

We all stop here

On our way to Mexico

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