B. r. hornsby/john hornsby

Theres a place
A local roadside shack
A poor mans paris with a parking lot in the back
Theres a girl there
She knows how to unwind
She dont talk much but she knows just how to act
I said - dont tell me she dont love me
The moneys just a mere formality

Every day, every night
Somethings going on, somethings going on
Down the road over yonder
Any place, any time when Im fading
My love lies waiting
Down the road tonight

When I was younger
All the older boys
Would drive me way out past the county fair
Theyd laugh and point out
This roadside trailer
And say something wilds going on over there
They said - what theyre doing
Dont mean nothing to you now
But someday itll mean everything

There were movies in the parlor
They were dealing one-eyed jacks
And when I said I loved her
She said - just keep coming back

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