Lost Dogs - Dead End Diner lyrics

Dinah's workin' at the Diner And trouble's in the kitchen with her Life's grease and grills and unpaid bills And favors from the babysitter Ain't no break time for her regrets Just more coffee and cigarettes Dinah, workin' at the Diner Daydreams of leavin' Tucumcari And a California rich man She'll meet and one day marry For now its cut-backs and part time workin' And an ex who's just a deadbeat jerk, yeah It's fee fie fiddly-i-o Fee fie fiddly-i-ay At the Dead End Diner Dinah plans her get away Dinah's workin' at the Diner And for 33 she ain't bad lookin' Flirts with a good ol' boy who might enjoy More than what she's got cookin' He's sorta handsome in an ugly way And she's almost sure that he ain't gay Hey, it's fee fie fiddly-i-ay Fee fie fiddly-i-o Down at the Dead End Diner The heart calls in an order to Go out to the interstate by way of old 66 Far away from the blues plate specials And the loose change tips Dinah's workin' at the Diner And California ain't much better Same old deal in Bakersfield They got the same hot damn weather She's been thinkin' ‘bout her Mama and friends And maybe goin' home again Fee fie fiddly-i-o Fee fie fiddly-i-ay Another Dead End Diner Where no one ever gets away Fee fie fiddly-i-ay Fee fie fiddly-i-o Down at the Dead End Diner Obama's on the radio… Here's my money… Keep the change honey… Obama's on the radio