Café 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