She said her name was Minnie. Gawd, she was downright skinny
and I met her.....at the Road Kill Cafe
She said "You just take your time...jukebox is a dime
Let me know when you have chosen your entree".
Well, I flashed my killer smile so she'd know that I had style
hunker'd in there.....at the Road Kill Cafe
The menu was a classic...greasy..pressed in plastic
I could hardly wait to see "catch of the day"
This took great deliberation and even more libation
negotiating.....at the Road Kill Cafe
Minnie tapped her toe...said "time to order, doncha know"
I said "an order of that special waitress sway"
"Special's armadillo chili, cash and carry you hillbilly
and I really can't be standin' here all day."
Bubba comin' in the door, snorted "City, that's fer shore"
I was humbled at the Road Kill Cafe
Drank my water pretty slow, picked my teeth and turned to go
I guess you'd say I'd plum' worn out my stay
Left two bits in the booth, for those folks who valued couth
No use stayin' round the Road Kill Cafe
If you're headin' thru West Texas and a sign says "Eats next exits"
Keep on truckin' till you see the light of day
Cause the armadillo chili and the macho skinny Minnie
are a waitin' at the Road Kill Cafe
Judie Bright Copyright@1997
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