At the cafe down on the corner

With a lost look on his face

There ain't no fields to plow

No reason to now

He's just a little out of place



They say crime do 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 busin' 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're wishin' for one now

There're just a little out of place



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