I'm just a waitress at this truck stop I keep the jukebox playing and the coffee hot. Temptation's everywhere but I must stand I'm in love with my big truck drivin' man.
Just like some breeze you've drifted back again. You didn't bother to imform me you knew I'd let you in. I thought I knew it all but I'm still learning.
Well almost every night I write a letter. To my mother in old North Carolina. She'll prob'ly cry tomorrow when the mailman meets her out. The way my baby done me is nothing to write home about.
You're home with me one hour of the day you're in my arms one hour of the night. In the morning in the evening one little kiss. Seems to me there ought to be more to love than this.