PeeWee at the fillin’ station,
Pumps the gas just to say “hello,”
He said “I been that way for 40 years,
Why the hell now should I let it go?”
Travelers stop for small talk,
But when they want to know the route,
He answers with a grin, “Wherever you begin,
There’s only one road in and one road out.”
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One road in and one road out,
We drive right by our neighbor’s door,
And never wonder what their lives’ about,
Main Streets with their small parades,
And the homes where the love is made,
And the churches where last hopes are prayed
And echos fade.
For these towns and roads of life we drive about,
There’s only one road in and one road out.
Harold sells insurance,
Always goes the extra mile,
He started with a milk route,
Where he always shared a healthy smile,
His golden wife was Gladys,
She died a year ago just about,
Through a tear that flows, says “That’s just how it goes,
There’s only one road in and one road out.”
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And the water towers round and white, share each name on high,
We see them from the freeway, on the road to passing by,
And the farmers sometimes growin’ sometimes sippin’ rye,
Sayin’ “Time sure flies, and we sure do like it when you stop on by.”
Bessie runs the diner,
Where the town folk come to eat,
She prefers to wait the tables,
With her helpful smile on her swollen feet,
She wish she could retire,
From this life day-in-day-out,
But like this old small town, They’re both a bit worn down,
With only one road in and one road out.
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