I've been driving these back roads for twenty odd years

Delivering these goods to town after town

I'm union I'm black I've got a wife and two kids

And I'll put them through college dragging this trailer around

Now I've been in hundreds of these places that dot these dark highways

They stay open all night with their bright neon signs

They're a welcome oasis to us lonesome old drivers

We pull up our diesels with red bleary eyes

Now I stop for the paper and that good cup of coffee

And I read and remember how quickly things change

A slap on the back someone says "Hey bro' what's happenin'"

But it comes from so many, lord, and I don't know their names

But it's nothing you notice and you can't understand

So I keep to the right of the broken white line

But my eyes are still wandering cause I'll always be looking for

That good cup of coffee

Now I can sit at this counter get served in a minute

Small talk the weather or say nothing at all

But it's there, I can feel it from many years past saying

If left up to me I wouldn't serve you at all

I'll take it black or with cream and any old sweetener

The hotter the better but warm is ok

I'd even choke down a donut

Fold up my paper pay my buck fifty and be on my way

Well it might be the same for both you and me

The check and a smile saying have a nice day

But as I climb up into my cab I adjust my rear view mirror

And I notice my color

But it's nothing you notice and you can't understand

So I keep to the right of the broken white line

But my eyes are still wandering cause I'll always be looking for

Eternally searchin' for it

I'm always lookin' for that

Good cup of coffee

Vance Gilbert © 1992 Disismye Music, ASCAP