Truckstop

Written by Marty Stuart



At a red hot truck stop with a dirt floor parking lot



A waitress named Shirley



Poured him some coffee and she said



"Hello stranger where're you going?



I see the dust of where you've been



Seems like the fire of trouble



Claims you like the next of kin



You look as new as tomorrow



And the old as where you're from



If I've got it right and I think I might



I believe that you're a Pilgrim"