Lookin' out the screen door through the smoke into your eyes

Lookin' out the screen door through the smoke into your eyes

You're smilin' through the screen door, darlin'

It's worth ten thousand goodbyes

I’m cleanin' up the tables at the bar-b-q tonight

I’m cleanin' up the tables at the bar-b-q tonight

I’m lookin' out the screen door where your face comes in the light

You said you loved the tool pusher 'cause he bought you a ring

You said you loved the tool pusher 'cause he bought you a ring

I pledged my love a thousand times still you’re hidin behind the coke bottle machine

Yeah, I make a wish when you’re not watchin' but I keep my fingers crossed

Well it's only wishful thinkin' but I keep my fingers crossed

While you take the old man's orders on the checkered tablecloth

You ask me what have I got darlin' when I go back home

You ask me what have I got darlin' when I go back home

I got a trash sack full of rib bones, I got a pocket full of songs

And they’re all for you

You’re waiting for the tool pusher, I’m turnin' out the lights

You’re waiting for the tool pusher, I’m turnin' out the lights

He’s got Kilgore on his collar you know how you can tell he’s got a lipstick stain tonight

I got grease from washin' dishes, you got a nametag on your chest

I got grease from washin' dishes, you got a nametag on your chest

You’re walkin' out the screen door and the smoke is all that’s left