Letra de Contact Mae

All along 66, wait the truck cafe's Ed's diner, Jodie's place all turn out the same Signs saying "food and gas" gauge is on "E" Do you think the place is clean Let's stop and see Board-and-Bat-shacks, pies and lunch packs Long bar, stools and foot-rail Near the door the juke box roars And country-western wails Soon you find waitress Mae, she's middle-aged Hair in curls and too much rouge On her sweating face In the back dressed in white cooks cap and all Al makes a moody face straight at the wall Mae's the contact smiling irritated Near to outbreak Smiling while her eyes look past Unhappy and her head aches Now we wait no one knows What mood Al's in If it's good, so's the food Let's hope we win