Cafe On The Corner - Sawyer Brown

At the cafe down on the corner

With a lost look on his face

There ain’t no fields to plow

No reason to know

He’s just a little out of place

Well, they say crime don’t pay

But neither does farmin' these days

And the coffee is cold

And he’s fifty years old

And he’s got to learn to live some other way

At the cafe down on the corner

With a lost look on his face

There ain’t no fields to plow

He’s bussin' tables now

He’s just a little out of place

And the meek shall inherit the earth

And the bank shall repossess it

This job don’t pay half what it’s worth

But it’s a thankful man that gets it

At the cafe down on the corner

With a lost look on his face

There ain’t no fields to plow

He’s wishin' for one now

He’s just a little out of place

All these soldiers without wars

And hometown boys without a home

Farmers without fields

Dealers without deals

And they sit here drinking coffee all alone

At the cafe down on the corner

With a lost look on their face

There ain’t no fields to plow

They still remember how

They’re just a little out of place