From the recording Gypsy Wagon Man
Salina’s Midnight Cook (capo 2nd fret in F#)
The wipers complain but this drizzle won't end
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Goodbye to these towns.I won't come this way again.
The highway turns to lanes of red and white stars.
So I pull off at Salina but don’t see many cars.
My coffee cup is chipped. But my hands are warm.
Homemade pie has cured this storm.
From my plastic booth I see her standing there.
Just outside her kitchen, finger twirling her hair.
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Salina’s Midnight cook. Lean Kansas blonde.
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Long fingers in her book. She clearly doesn't belong.
Is she on the trail of a murder mystery?
Is she on an elevator with a client to see?
Or on a train in the snow with romance afoot?
What I’m sure of is she’s no longer a cook.
She sees me staring. And I feel a fool.
But she welcome home smiles and winks so cool.
She comes to my table. And my face gets hot.
Puts a hand on my shoulder, says, “Sweetie, what do you want?”
I want to ask what she’s reading, want to ask her name.
I want a ticket on that train.
I swear there’s a smile on her fingertips.
But I say, “I should be going.” And leave my tip.
I drive away into the night.
Hating to just leave but knowing it was right.
Somewhere there’s a lucky guy who will win her heart.
But my story and hers are just too far apart.
Verse One (2 lines)
Words and music by David B. Hakan
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