text: In every little town from Dalhart to Laredo
  Theres a corner cafe with an open sign in the window
  As soon as you walk in a waitress greets you with a grin
  And says make yourself feel right at home
  Old men sit at a booth telling tall tales and stretching the truth
  Bragging how bad the good ol days used to be
  Theyre all too tired to plow besides their tractors are rusted now
  So they order hot apple pie with a cup of coffee
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  Some things will never change
  After all these years the menu is still the same
  Serving that sweet ice tea with a touch of southern hospitality
  So order yourself a taste of yesterday at a Texas Cafe
  Theres a Wurlitzer jukebox full of old forty fives
  Playing three songs for a quarter or one for a dime
  The cook said he was a boy when it was brand new
  To him it seemed like yesterday but it was 1962
  There was a family owned five and dime next door
  That could not compete with a chain discount store
  On the outskirts of town the drive in theater is shut down
  With a screen without a hero since Audie Murphy
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  There are fields with no grain, railroad tracks with no train
  And an old courthouse with nobody left to blame
  Town square is boarded up and brick roads are worn down
  But the chicken fried steak special is still around
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