Rust and Chrome Diner

Fifty years of coffee on the stove

Fifty years of stories that we wove

Underneath the faded yellow sign

Where the highway meets the county line

Oh, the chrome is rusted

and the vinyl's torn

But we still keep the coffee warm

While the factories close

and the young folks leave We've got a counter

where we still believe (humm-mm-mm)

Old Joe sits in booth number four

Watching the shadows pass the door

The mills went quiet twenty winters back

But we're still here riding on this track

Oh, the chrome is rusted

and the vinyl's torn

But we still keep the coffee warm

While the factories close

and the young folks leave We've got a counter where we still

believe

We're the heartbeat of a town that's gone to sleep

A promise that we made to keep

Through the lonely nights and the fading years

Fifty years on the county line

Still serving up hope,

one cup at a time (ahhhh)