Truckstop Lyrics - Stuart Marty

Written by Marty Stuart 

At a red hot truck stop with a dirt floor parking lot 

A waitress named Shirley 

Poured him some coffee and she said 

"Hello stranger where're you going? 

I see the dust of where you've been 

Seems like the fire of trouble 

Claims you like the next of kin 

You look as new as tomorrow 

And the old as where you're from 

If I've got it right and I think I might 

I believe that you're a Pilgrim"