Highway 57

Highway 57
Place where I was born
Right down the road apiece
To the sound of a car horn
Got no use for the big town
Too many strange attacks to strain
I belong to the highway
And what the highway brings
Oh, yeah

Well, I run this gas station
With my partner, L.M
Been nine years together
That's him
We call our ourselves the Pump Boys
L.M. and Jim
Say something, L.M
Well, we've had our ups and downs
But it's all right working with Jim

Come on in, Jim
What you say, L.M?
How 'bout some coffee?
You make it so good
Now, boys
Have you been eating like you should?
Ain't been to the diner in a day or two
You got behind on your barbeque
That's true

That's Rudy
And Rhetta Cupp
Sisters with a menu to fill a man up
Their Double Cupp Diner (Double Cupp)
Is home-cooked heaven (Sunday breakfast)
(Six to eleven)
It's right across from the Pump Boys
On Highway 57

Now call me Jackson
'Cause I pump with a speed
And I'll get you anything you need
Well, Eddie's Edsel is about half gone
When I get him some new car parts he'll be moving on
Down the highway
No regrets
(Down the highway, no regrets)
Highway 57
Pump boys and dinettes
We're here to serve you
(Fill 'er up)
You won't have to wait (Check under the hood)
All-purpose menu (The cap)
Everything's good
A full tank and a full belly
Energy to whet (To whet, to whet)
It's the best yet
Place your bet
On Highway 57
Pump boys and dinettes
Meet the pump boys
Meet the dinettes
On Highway 57
Pump boys and dinettes
Meet the pump boys
Meet the dinettes