(D. Hickey)

He was a short order cook, and not too much to
look at

And he traded in his foot, for a medal in the war

He loved a girl named Lila, in a bar across the
highway

And you ought to see him smilin' at her comin'
through the door

Lila always knew, she wasn't no ravin' beauty

She traded in her virtue to a trucker at sixteen

But she forgets to remember how he left her off
in Denver

When she sees her Cooky smilin' as she opens up
the screen

And he says

Hi Lila, how about a cup of coffee?

Take a load off, take your shoes off, here's the
sugar and the cream

Cooky's been to war and Lila's been to Denver

And both of them are casualties of someone else's
dream

Cooky pours the trucker's coffee, Lila serves the
rigger's whiskey

And resists their invitations to go ridin' for a
while

'Cause at a diner across the highway, on a shelf
above the pastry

There's a cup reserved for Lila and the man who
makes her smile

When he says

Hi Lila, how about a cup of coffee?

Take a load off, take your shoes off, here's the
sugar and the cream

'Cause Cooky's been to war and Lila's been to
Denver

And both of them are casualties of someone else's
dream

Now as the nation rolls along, like a semi down
the highway

Casting lonely broken bodies in the grass along
the road

I've finally found a reason for believing in the
future

Seeing Cooky and his Lila drinking coffee all
alone

Oh yes

Hi Lila, how about a cup of coffee?

Take a load off, take your shoes off, here's the
sugar and the cream

'Cause Cooky's been to war and Lila's been to
Denver

And both of them are casualties of someone else's
dream

Cooky's been to war, Lord and Lila's been to
Denver

And both of them are casualties of someone else's
dream

(c)1975 Everyday Songs/Baron Music Publ.