There's a place

A local roadside shack

A poor man's Paris with parking in the back

There's a girl there

She knows how to unwind

She don't talk much but she knows just how to act

I said-Don't tell me she don't love me

The money's just a mere formality



Every day, every night

Something's going on, something's going on

Down the road over yonder

Any place, any time when I'm fading

My love lies waiting

Down the road tonight



When I was younger

All the older boys

Would drive me way past the county fair

They'd laugh and point out

This roadside trailer

And say something wild's going on over there

They said-What they're doing

Don't mean nothing to you now

But someday it'll mean everything



There were movies in the parlor

They were dealing one-eyed jacks

And when I said I loved her

She said-Just keep coming back