At the cafe down
on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain't no fields to plow
No reason to it now
He's just a little out of place
They say crime don't pay
But neither does
farmin' these days
And the coffee is cold
And he's fifty years old
And he's got to learn
to live some other way
At the cafe down
on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain't no fields to plow
He's bussin' tables now
He's just a little out of place
And the meek shall
inherit the Earth
And the bank
shall repossess it
This job don't pay half
what it's worth
Well it's a thankful man
that gets it
At the cafe down
on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain't no fields to plow
He's wishin' for one now
He's just a little out of place
Oh these soldiers
without wars
And hometown boys
without a home
Farmers without fields
And dealers without deals
And they sit here
drinkin' coffee all alone
At the cafe down
on the corner
With a lost look in their face
There ain't no fields to plow
They're wishin' for one now
They're just a little out of place