Trucker's Paradise Lyrics - Del Reeves

There's a place called Trucker's Paradise just south of San Berdo 

And the drivers all stop in there for a laugh and a cup or two 

There's a woman waitin' tables and I'll tell you boys she's nice 

They call her the fallen angel at the Trucker's Paradise 

She knows about the roads and the overloads 

And feelin' out the phony logs 

And the story bout the time when tire caught fire 

And burned up a truckload of hogs 

If coffee goes up to a dollar a cup I suppose we'll pay the price 

Just to be with the fallen angel at Trucker's Paradise 

No need to ask what her name is she won't say 

She's better off than most of us in tips and take home pay 

She used to be Miss Washington almost Miss USA 

Then a big producer from Hollywood led her astray 

It turned out he was married and her heart turned cold as ice 

And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise 

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No need to ask what her name is... 

And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise