AT THE CA FE

DOWN ON THE COR NER

WITH A LOST LOOK ON

HIS FACE

THERE AIN'T NO FIELDS

TO PLOW

NO REA SON TO NOW

HE'S JUST A LIT TLE OUT

OF PLACE

THEY SAY

CRIME DON'T PAY

BUT NEI THER DOES

FAR MIN' THESE DAYS

AND THE

COF FEE IS COLD

AND HE'S

FIF TY YEARS OLD

AND HE'S GOT TA

LEARN TO LIVE

SOME O THER WAY

AT THE CA FE

DOWN ON THE COR NER

WITH A LOST LOOK ON

HIS FACE

THERE AIN'T NO FIELDS

TO PLOW

HE'S BUS SIN'

TA BLES NOW

HE'S JUST A LIT TLE

OUT OF PLACE

AND THE MEEK

SHALL IN HE RIT

THE EARTH

AND THE BANK

SHALL RE POS SESS IT

AND THIS JOB DON'T PAY

HALF WHAT IT'S WORTH

BUT IT'S

A THANK FUL MAN

THAT GETS IT

AT THE CA FE DOWN

ON THE CORNER

WITH A LOST LOOK ON

HIS FACE

THERE AIN'T NO FIELDS

TO PLOW

HE'S WISH IN'

FOR ONE NOW

HE'S JUST A LIT TLE

OUT OF PLACE

ALL THESE SOL DIERS

WITH OUT WARS

AND HOME TOWN BOYS

WITH OUT A HOME

FAR MERS

WITH OUT FIELDS

AND DEA LERS

WITH OUT DEALS

AND THEY SIT HERE

DRIN KIN' COF FEE

ALL A LONE

AT THE CA FE DOWN

ON THE COR NER

UM WITH A LOST LOOK

ON THEIR FACE

THERE AIN'T NO FIELDS

TO PLOW

THEY'RE WISH IN'

FOR ONE NOW

AND THEY'RE

JUST A LIT TLE

OUT OF PLACE