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There's a Fplace out on the highway 'cross the San Bernardino Cline
Where the Ftruckers and the bikers gather every night at the same Ctime
At seven the Bbband comes in and locals dance the night aCway
At SBbleepy CJoe's CaFfé
I drive on Fdown from the big town Friday when the clock strikes Cfive
As the red sun Fsets in the ocean, I start to come aClive
Summer girls in the Bbparking lot slap on their makeup and they flirt the night aCway
At SBbleepy CJoe's CaFfé
Joe came Ghome in '45 and took out a G.I. Cloan
On a sDleepy little spot and Army cook could call his Gown
He married GMay, the highway come in and they woke up to Cfind
They were Dsitting on top of a pretty little gold GmineA
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Saturday Fnight the lights are bright as the folks pour in from Ctown
Joe Fkeeps the blues playin', at the bar May lays the beers Cdown
I Bbcome through the door and feel the workweek slip Caway
See you Bbout on the floor and Monday morning's a million miles aCway
At SBbleepy CJoe's CaFfé
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