Beautiful, the girl's cooking in the diner today   Oh, she won't show the bother, even time she gets covered in (not actual lyric but sang in Bozeman, MT, and Savannah, Ga.someone told me, but i did not belive until i actually heard it in my own head. mfnix@valdosta.edu, let me know if you have heard the same, here goes.) BLUE...CHEEEESE,    I sing kind little songs   Trying to bait her soul   And she's like natural music   AS SHE CLEANS HER BLUES AWAY.(EVERYONE AT THE SHOW WITH ME DIDII NOT HEAR, but i tripped out about with some folks on shake down about over a nice big plump and juicy...well dont remember, so tell me if YOU DO.)          Oh in time, time, time, I just love to watch her hands move   A little sugar, pepper, llittle brother wants to shine my shoes   Go ahead, shine, shine, shine, I'll sit real still   And my backbone shivers as she looks this way   And I try not to move         She's beautiful - natural   Hangin in the diner basking in the light of Ms. Lee         original lyrics   Given time, Lord I'd build her a mountain for a room.   Given an hour, an hour, I'd build a rocket to the moon.   Might take at least a week to find the strongest tool   Might take the rest of this lifetime to find the strongest fuel         But she natural, she take the moon and put it in her pocket   She's beautiful, smiling it on me while I build this rocket         Because the tounge tastes so old, can't even load you coffee sweet   When she serves a bowl of lightning, makes sure you get all you need   Sometimes come for a menu, some just come in to breathe   Hanging in the diner sitting in the light of Ms. Lee         She's beautiful - natural   Hanging in the diner, basking in the light, basking in the light...         She's beauty, yeah, the girl's cooking in the diner today   No, she won't show the bother, even time she gets covered in blues   I sing comical songs trying to blame myself   She's all-ready music in a booth, man, if she catch you         Hanging in the diner   Sitting in the light of Ms. Lee   Opening up early   Help a poor boy up   Open on Sunday, all day   Little sunshine rising from the park   Cross the street to the path   Keeping my teeth long and longer   And a smile...         Hanging in the light   Hanging in the light   Sister   Sister