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Im cleanin up the tables at the bar-b-q tonight
Im cleanin up the tables at the bar-b-q tonight
Im lookin out the screen door where your face comes in the light
You said you loved the tool pusher cause he bought you a ring
You said you loved the tool pusher cause he bought you a ring
I pledged my love a thousand times still youre hidin behind the coke bottle machine
I make a wish when youre not watchin but I keep my fingers crossed
Yeah its only wishful thinkin but I keep my fingers crossed
While you take the old mans orders on the checkered table cloth
You ask me what have I got darlin when I go back home
You ask me what have I got darlin when I go back home
I got a trash sack full of rib bones and a pocket full of songs
And theyre all for you
Youre waiting for the tool pusher Im turnin out the lights
Youre waiting for the tool pusher Im turnin out the lights
Hes got Kilgore on his collar you know how you can tell hes got a lipstick stain tonight
I got grease from washin dishes you got a nametag on your chest
I got grease from washin dishes you got a nametag on your chest
Youre walkin out the screen door and the smoke is all thats left
