Testo di Trucker's Paradise

There's a place called Trucker's Paradise just south of San Berdo And the drivers all stop in there for a laugh and a cup or two There's a woman waitin' tables and I'll tell you boys she's nice They call her the fallen angel at the Trucker's Paradise She knows about the roads and the overloads And feelin' out the phony logs And the story bout the time when tire caught fire And burned up a truckload of hogs If coffee goes up to a dollar a cup I suppose we'll pay the price Just to be with the fallen angel at Trucker's Paradise No need to ask what her name is she won't say She's better off than most of us in tips and take home pay She used to be Miss Washington almost Miss USA Then a big producer from Hollywood led her astray It turned out he was married and her heart turned cold as ice And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise [ dobro ] No need to ask what her name is... And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise