I was sittin' in a truckstop  Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by  Tryin' to read the menu  When the waitress caught my eye  She pulled a pencil from her hair  And leaned across the bar  I did my best not to stare  But man, she made it hard    I asked that trucker next to me  Hey, what looks good today  He said I know what's on your mind  And boy, there ain't no way  Get yourself some apple pie  And something cool to drink  I know you want the special  And I like the way you think    But you can't have the waitress  Boy, everybody's tried  There's a cowboy down in Abilene  Who keeps her satisfied  They got a hundred acre dream  That's gettin' closer every day  Just a few more plates of ham and eggs  And a few good rides away    Hard times hit West Texas  Damn near everything's for sale  But there's somethings we hold sacred  When everything else fails  When we're down to nothing  Out here, everybody shares  Most of us have lost our dreams  So we bought into theirs    I've seen her walk a hundred miles  Up and down this floor  I've never seen her fail to smile  When he limps through that door  So when you're done, you leave a tip  And make it nice and fat  And feel lucky you can own a piece  Of something like that    But you can't have the waitress  Boy, everybody's tried  There's a cowboy down in Abilene  Who keeps her satisfied  They got a hundred acre dream  That's gettin' closer every day  Just a few more plates of ham and eggs  And a few good rides away    But you can't have the waitress  Boy, everybody's tried  There's a cowboy down in Abilene  Who keeps her satisfied  They got a hundred acre dream  That's gettin' closer every day  Just a few more plates of ham and eggs  And a few good rides away    Just a few more plates of ham and eggs  And a few good rides away