Charlie Bishop - Strangers At The Gas Station Lyrics

Strangers at the gas station give me comfort I only recall
From rainy days and neighborhood dogs
Check-in phone calls from my mom
Natural light and some nicotine, oh
Lotto tickets and some spiked sweet tea
We're all just passing by, on this 89 gas station dive
Clerk's wearin' a red socks hat, bill scraped up in frayed
Longing for home look in his eyes
Two butts smoldering in the ashtray
Oh, all these untold stories here
Dead dogs, depression, darts and beer
It's the nicotine hit of the human race
This watering hole's a little piece of grace
I'll go on my way, them on theirs
Back to the road and all other affairs
We won't remember faces at all
But a comfort of strangers
You'll take a long
You'll take a long
Hitchhiker walks inside, backpack heavy and head down low
But a hopeful look and smile
It could be the drugs or maybe the miles
Young mother with a broke bent back
Walking in to grab her daily pack
She comes from a story of her own
An unknown legend with a daughter back home
Old hound by the window sill, watching semis slow in that lonesome chill
That mutt knows more than he ever shows
Greeting refugees from heavy tolls
Oh, all these untold stories here
Dead dogs, depression, darts and beer
It's the nicotine hit of the human race
This watering hole's a little piece of grace
I'll go on my way, them on theirs
Back to the road and all other affairs
We won't remember faces at all
But a comfort of strangers, you'll take a long
Oh, all these untold stories here, dead dogs, depression, darts and beer
It's the nicotine hit of the human race
This watering hole's a little piece of grace