It used to be a motel
Now they serve biscuits and t-shirts
I bring my own tea bag
I don`t trust the coffee
But the biscuits are delicious
They come eight to a plate with a big block of butter
and homemade peach preserves
And I wish you were here, my arrogant lover
I`d make you eat grits and the red-eyed gravy
I`d make you sit down with the southern ladies and
their blue pantsuits
I`d talk about Jesus
Talk about the weather
Watch you squirm as I told them we were married with two girls
I`d say you were in trucking
And I was a teacher
In a Christian school where the kids are good
And they don`t do drugs and they save themselves
before they`re married
I wouldn`t tell them you had a wife
That wasn`t me and we just had sex
And they wouldn`t be impressed if I told them you knew Lou Reed
And the stars upon the walls look down at me like gods
There`s Ernest Borgnine and Billy Ray Cyrus and my favorite Minnie Pearl
So I go for the coffee
It`s not bad just a little weak
And I ask the waitress for another plate of the famous biscuits
She said you must have a bottomless pit
I said you don`t know the half of it
Lately I`ve been so hungry