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"