Trucker's Cafe - Ian & Sylvia

I work every day in a trucker’s cafe

And at night I serve drinks in a bar

I’ve nothing to say to the men who drop by

So that none of them get very far

You may think that it’s money

But that’s not the reason that keeps me a-laboring on

For I’m working from morning to midnight

And I’m weeping from midnight to dawn

For once I was happy and full of the pictures

That only a young girl can plan

A lifetime of love all wrapped up in a bundle

And placed in the hands of a man

But then he found another, he told me he loved her

He climbed in his rig and was gone

So I’m working from morning to midnight

And I’m weeping from midnight to dawn

My life isn’t easy, and I’m nearly crazy

Just tryin to keep myself sane

But how can I try when I know if I saw him

I’d do it all over again?

So I give all my love to my sweet little baby

Yes, it’s only a form of a can

And I’m working from morning to midnight

And I’m weeping from midnight to dawn

Yes, I working from morning to midnight

And I’m weeping from midnight to dawn