| Well the coffee is thirty weight
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| And there’s grease in the beans
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| And the steak tastes like old shoe tongue
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| And the waitress is mean
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| But the sign says you’re welcome here
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| If you drive a truck
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| If you’re lonely and yearn for lov
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| Or you’re down on your luck
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| And the diesel cafe lulls me away
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| I spend every passing day at the diesel cafe
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| There’s red velvet stairs to climb
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| With the rooms at the top
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| And girls there who go for love
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| And they don’t ever stop
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| And the jukebox plays old love songs
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| Filled with heartache and pain
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| While the sun shines all over tow
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| On the cafe it rains
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| And the diesel cafe lulls me away
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| I spend every passing day at the diesel cafe
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| If you’re out on that road tonight
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| Full of coffee and speed
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| And those white lines have crossed your eyes
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| Then you know what you need
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| Drift into my favorite place
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| You might want to stay
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| Cause there’s something for everyone
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| At the diesel cafe
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| And the diesel cafe lulls me away
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| I spend every passing day at the diesel cafe |