Grease & Grit

(whooo-ee!) Sun is dipping low

on Route Sixty-Nine

My stomach is a-rumbling,

making up for lost time

Saw a flashing sign

through the Georgia haze

Promises a plate of grease to cure my weary days

I don't need no silver spoon,

I don't need no fancy wine

Just a basket full of fries and a bucket of sweet brine

Give me that roadside gravy,

pour it on the side

(yeah!) We got the engine running,

we got a long-haul ride

Cheeky little craving, deep fried gold

Best damn comfort that a highway ever sold!

Waitress named Loretta

with a towering beehive

Says "Honey, what you want to

keep your engine alive?"

Give me double of the crispy,

skip the garden green

Fueling up the band

on the worst we've ever seen

Deep fried gold! (haha!)